If I Were An Impulse

         If I were an impulse, I could slip into this blog and ride along to every computer, tablet, and iPhone it wandered into. I could visit you — the person who summoned me up with a click. You’re the one who chose Zobostic, after all, so I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind the company. I’d try not to arrive at dinner time. That might be awkward. But seeing where you are in the world would be fun.

        This computer shows me countries and view counts, but it stops there. I only see the footprints, it tells me nothing about the things you see when you look around. Are you in an apartment or a house? Sitting on a park bench? At work in a cubicle? Do you ride a bicycle or drive a car? And if you do have a car, is it like mine — full of cookie crumbs, potato‑chip bits, or books and homework not yet turned in. (Not that I’m always munching on cookies.)

        Do you keep any of these posts? Do you have a favorite? If I did show up at dinner time, what would we be having? Do you live in a city or on a farm? And if it’s a farm, do you tend animals or crops?

        There is so much this computer doesn’t tell me. It only clicks off the number of views. Hardly conversation worthy.

        But if I were an impulse, I’d slip through the screen anyway — just to see where you are when you read these words, and what kind of world they land in.

        zc

Never mind, it wouldn’t work

After having some time to think about it, my traveling through this computer, riding on this Blog to visit you would never work.  I would show up as nothing more than an electronic blip.  Something you thought you saw but now aren’t sure.  Within the smallest part of a second, I’d be off someplace else.  We wouldn’t have time to chat or eat cookies or anything.  Not much of a visit when you think about it.