You take me everywhere. When I’m not with you, you notice right away and panic, afraid you may have missed a call or a text or an email. You think about me constantly until we’re reunited, wondering what I might have in store for you. When you wake up, you check me. Every night before bed, you make sure you plug me in.
The way he looks at you, looks up to you with an admiration that only a younger brother can possess for his brother… it’s awesome. Everything he does, he checks to see if you’re watching him, whether it be Dumbo eating imaginary peanuts or running over the dog with his toy tractor. He watches you.
He’ll even come over from time to time and push me away from you, trying to block your vision of me with his hand. “Rehan,” you tell him, “you don’t do that.” If you looked up from me long enough, you’d be able to see the disappointment in his face.
Even when you do feign the role of caretaker, I’m a part of it. Remember the breathtaking view of Skardu with the family? You saw the display through me, because you were so concerned with getting a profile picture that you watched the entirescene through my lens. And I did my part; you got some great pictures.
How many nights have you come to me to read instead of talking to your brother or any other family member about their day, your day, their life, your life.
Nauman, this means so much to me. Thank you.
I’ve enabled you to live your life vicariously through others, checking the statuses of what other families are doing, keeping you from really having to do anything with your own. The lives of others, after all, are so much more interesting — at least the lives they choose to present as reality on the blue website.
Just between you and me — it’s total bullshit. We phones talk to each other, and gossip flows like wine. Those are just the lives they want you to think they’re living. In reality, they can’t get off their phones anymore easily than you can.
Even the one thing I was originally made for — talking to other human beings — you’ve bypassed. Do you realize how many of your friends would give anything to have just one, let alone two, of their parents still around? Just one more day to spend with them? Yours are not only alive, but apparently still in the stone age, because they actually call you. Often. But I help keep you too busy to accept those calls.