Cell Phones and other Pacifiers

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I sing in a community choir that is based at a local university, in other words, most of the choristers are college kids and it's fascinating! At every and any opportunity a good percentage of them are texting. Behind their choir music, down low behind the seat in front of them, or when there's work in another part their thumbs are flying - and I mean flying!

It reminded me of a pacifier, that comfort item, or the default action in times of restlessness or stress.

What is your pacifier?
What do you do when you don't want to do what you should be?
What engages you when you're restless and just looking for anything?

My guess is, that to some extent, we all have one.
Which is so funny given that one of the comforting mantras of child rearing is "Don't worry, they still won't be "xyz" by the time they get to kindergarten".

Who knew pacifiers would remain?

Is this a bad thing?
I don't know, I guess it would depend on what your pacifier is, how often you revert to it and what the effect is on you and those around you.

It's just what I'm thinking about...

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