First, my knee, then a finger, and finally the collection of toes...all start to rustle and move way before the preferred waking hour. I angrily peer through a slitted eye at the Verizon FiOs box to see the time--5:27 a.m.--"and I'm off today," I grumble.
All attempts at returning to slumber fail, for once I'm up, I'm up, and nothing short of an act of God can get me to rest again.
I reflect upon my night--grinding teeth; thoughts of new news, of people, of memories; one arm under the pillow; the contemplation of a long run to be able to contemplate and reflect some more.
And all that goes to hell as I lift my laptop's top, and awaken my computer: first IM, then e-mail, then Facebook, then "why?" But the question doesn't prompt a response, and so I continue--scrolling, browsing, commenting. Somehow utterly useless and extremely useful all at once.
Some time later....as in post-cereal and mid-way through coffee...as in now...
...I wonder again, "why?"
"Why am I so compelled to see and to share? I'm not a nosey person--in fact, I shun gossip and sometimes appear to be uncaring because I don't ask others to reveal; I let them do as they wish at their time. Why does Facebook change that aspect of me?"
[pause here to refresh and check the 'most-recent' news...]
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