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Disconnection In A Connected World

This morning as I woke up and began my day, I noticed this tweet that came across my feed from one of my friends.

It happened to be about a body being found in a 55-gallon drum in the San Diego Bay. (story here)

The question asked is what is going on in the world?

It made me pause for a moment and contemplate the question.

If we live in a world of mobile, that is always on, always plugged in, and always connected, then why are there so many horrendous violent acts occurring?

If you have ever heard Simon Sinek discuss the topic of our reactions to the rings, dings, pings, and other things of our cell phones, you will understand that we are being trained to crave the same numbing dopamine response as alcoholics seek in order to manage their career, financial, or social stresses. (Video here)

Our kids, our young adults, and adults are becoming addicted to our phones in order to cope with the stresses of life.

We are becoming a nation hardwired to seek the artificial coping mechanism of our devices instead of the humans that surround us.

Yet since the beginning of human-kind, it has been the ability to connect to those we love, we break bread, we pray, we work and create with that have always helped us manage the emotional stress of life.

So I ponder…

 “…in a world in which we drive to place a cell phone in everyone’s hand on the promise to “connect” everyone in the world, are we merely scaling disconnection?”

Is it the simple fact that the artificial connections via FaceBook, Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter, Music.ly, Tumblr and others alike make it easier for the enraged/ill/or other to disconnect from their own humanity and choose the atrocities of recent?

I am not sure if there is a right answer.

Or at least there is not a wrong answer.

There definitely is not an absolute answer.

What I do know is that when I come into contact with another human I do my best to remove my phone from the situation.

I make eye contact (as long as that is the acceptable social norm in that part of the world) and I focus on the words, the dialogue, and forming a connection with another human.

Because humans like us, do things like this.

I know how wonderful it feels when someone takes the time to listen to me.

To acknowledge my thoughts, my feelings, and my lens.

I, in turn, try to do the same for those I am fortunate enough to encounter during my journey in life.

We are infatuated with technology’s ability to scale, yet there is only one me, one Andy, one Cancergeek.

I simply cannot scale myself.

This is why all 110K plus tweets, posts, direct messages, and pictures have all been done by me.

This is why I respond to all messages. This is my rationale for putting my email out there for anyone to contact. It is why I ask to speak to people on the phone.

Because connection, trust, and relationships can only be built by humans.

It can only be built at the N of 1.

As always feel free to email me at cancergeek@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter as @cancergeek



The Stories We Tell Ourselves


We all have one.

As a matter of fact, most of us have several different stories.

We have stories that we share with our family and friends.

We have stories that we share with our co-workers and colleagues.

We have stories that we share with complete strangers.

We have stories that we use to determine our emotional response to money, to health, to technology, and even love.

Many of the stories we replay in our head are untrue.

The stories are based on perspectives built up over time that provides a distorted memory of yesterday and fills us with fear of today.

The fear to be vulnerable.

The fear to connect.

The fear to trust oneself.

The fear of losing control.

The fear of losing what we believe we have in the present.

The wonderful thing is that the same stories can be erased, rewritten, reworked, and told from a different perspective.

A perspective that enables our ability to change how we think, react, and feel.

To create a story that gives us the permission to spit in the face of fear and to walk in the light of endless possibilities.

I choose to tell myself stories filled with endless possibilities.

What story do you choose to tell yourself?

Stories happen at the N of 1.

As always feel free to email me at cancergeek@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter as @cancergeek