Lately, my back’s been killing me. It hurts, it cramps, it freezes, and largely keeps the temperament of a child who is upset about their candy being snatched away.
I used to wonder what could I have done to ruin my back to this degree, and recently I came across this hilarious (but wretchedly relatable) animation on Instagram that shows exactly where I’ve gone wrong:
(Click image to open and play video on Instagram. Play it with sound for maximum fun.)
That’s right. Poor posture and too many screens.
This reminded me of a poem I wrote about the overabundance of screens in my life. It feels normal to be looking at one or the other screen at all times, but then when you write or think about it for a second, you realize just how weird our existence has become for some reason.
This poem is my reflective written account of how many screens I interact with on a daily basis.
Poem starts in 3… 2… 1!
A simple slab of pretty glass,
to which some keys are glued.
A thirteen inches wonderland,
that holds my meetings too.
💻
I spend my day just fiddling with,
its tables and its decks.
Its windows, docs, and titlebars,
that bring me my paychecks.
⌨️🖱️📶
And after I am done with it,
I sit right on my couch.
And there's a fifty five inch screen,
in front of which I slouch.
📺
It takes me all around the world.
It shows me all the news.
It holds a wide bouquet of shows,
from which to pick and choose.
🍿🍿🍿
And once I'm done with all of that,
I lie down on my bed.
And fire up a six inch screen,
where jokes and memes are shared.
📱
I find out all about my friends,
through "stories", "posts" and "tweets".
I make some snarky comments too,
while snuggling in my sheets.
🤳
And so it goes, I start this
game of screens each day anew.
Just pause and think a minute, though,
is this your story too?
🙃🙃
That’s it!
Thank you for checking out Hello Universe.
If you know someone who loves their screens as much as I do, please share this poem with them!
See you next week. 👋