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Chapter 2.

As I watched the water cascade off my big hands in the mall bathroom I had to laugh at myself. I've never been driven to adhere to the trends in fasion, especially now in my old age. I don't judge the new generation, my own generation had it's own standards (of which I don't remembering adhereing to either). But there are some choices kids make that never cease to amaze me.

Esty was taking a long time wandering up and down the aisle's in the stores, picking out this and that, so I had followed my nose to the nearest pretzel stand. On the walk I noticed the kids were all wearing their silly Google glasses. The newest model, the hip model, had a sensor on the lens that took in external information about people in your vicinity and projected eyeballs in the direction so as to facilitate the idea that you were paying attention to people as they spoke. What was the name of that model? Oh, right, the 'PayAttention.' It had the most incessant marketing program with the worst commercials.

“Why use fire when you have electricity? Why use body language when you have

digitanguage?? This year’s model will change the way your social interactions are

interpreted. This function allows you to optimize your social experience expanding your

social exposure percentage 125%! While hanging with your friends you can simultaneously

post to your facebook, update your twitter, replicate on your instagram, prioritize on your

pintrest, blah on your blog, sext on tinder……Its the 2014 PayAttention.2.0 from Google Productions; Find them at your the Tech Space nearest you.”

Ahh yes the PayAttention. I bet Etsy's wondering where I am, I should go back.

A young father holds the door open for his toddler son, and smiles at Oliver while he escorts Nathan from the stall to the sink.

How do you know, how do you know monsters aren't real?

How come, how come, there are two buttons?

How does the water know when to turn off?

But why? I’m not done!

The creases in my forehead demanded to know why I was so hard on myself. My eyes were too stubborn to soften, too empathetic to maintain my stern glare so they soften nearest their sockets. I placed this task on myself, chasing the unconquerable, thirsty for understanding. But this child had the same pursuit, but it was managing to maintain the same thirst yet was impervious to this extra burden. What is this extra burden? Do I have anyone to blame by myself?

I laugh again. The child had fortuitously acclimated its quest to the pressures that exist, perceived or not. Wisdom, wasn't that the thing I bought with my grey hairs? Was I wise enough to learn from Nathan?

How do I work this stupid SensorDry1000