Im sorry that my first post after a month of silence and a profound quote about the existence of life has to be about something so "fluffy". But I would like to rant abot poor hugging etiquette. I dont care about the angle of the arms, or who goes left or right or down or up. I'm talking about the strength of an embrace. What is up with these bogus hugging habits we've started to develop.

For example, the hug that never touches. The arms go around but no contact is made. The hand just lingers about a fist away from the back.

Or the ones where its similar to the previous one but you get a soft tap on the back. Maybe two taps.

Or the dead fish hug... Which feels like dead fish arms are hugging you.

A hug should follow the same rules as a good handshake. Firm and with presence. If I like you enough to give you a hug, hug like you mean it.

I am participating in lent this year, which means I'm giving up something for 40 days until Easter. This year...I chose data. In the back of my mind when I was turning off all data functions from my phone, I knew that it would be hard but I didn't realize how much so.

I just don't send photos to people anymore because to send photos, I would have to wait till I go home, connect the USB to my phone, transfer the photo, and then email it to them. Actually,  I don't really take as many photos now that I don't really share them. I get stuck in traffic way more often because I don't have Google maps to tell me what streets are less busy than others. I'm also lost a lot more often. I'm super behind in emails that need to be responded to because I only check my emails once before I start my day and at the end of the day when I return home. I can't Shazam. Actually my entire morning process has to change because I have to make sure I have and know everything I'll need for the day before I become disconnected from the world.

Anyways, this post isn't  to share how woeful my life is without data. Rather, it bothers me how much I'm bothered by not having data. How much value to we give to things that really shouldn't mean that much. Why do these things have more of a hold on our lives than we have on it? There's probably something wrong if we grow so dependent on something that we can't live without it. Good lesson... Maybe next year I'll do meat. D: horror.