Facebook Is Stealing From Me.

This morning I sat in McDonalds having my standardized Portuguese sausage, eggs, and rice.  As I put my fork down and turned my attention to the pleasant day outside I noticed that I was surrounded by senior citizens.  Senior citizens at McDonalds is not unusual; in fact senior citizens in the morning at McDonalds is quite common.  As I watched the elderly man in front of me sip his coffee and look out the window I had a mind expanding thought.

"Facebook is stealing from me."

This elderly man and his elderly friends have a complete understanding of "The Good Life."  They are not addicted to a piece of equipment and update their status every hour of every day.  These lucky souls spend time in meaningful conversation recalling tales of life once lived and moments of joy.  Yet here I sit on my phone reading my news.  I am the unlucky bastard whose method of communication is sending messages of less that 200 characters to the internet.  My personal communication time has been replaced by a machine.
The irony of this technology is that we have made our friends and our world smaller and intimate; however, we have never been farther away from the ones we could truly care about.

I pose this question for my readers.  "How many times have you seen a group of people sitting around not talking to each other but on their phones?"

Lets start getting together and leaving the phones in the pockets.  I feel so disconnected.