Limbic

Sometimes WE (in the universal sense) seem to be waiting for something to happen.  I'm only an expert when it comes to frozen yogurt, but I suspect that the ability to anticipate is linked to our fight or flight mechanisms, and in terms of behavioral concepts this isn't necessarily a bad thing.  When we're waiting for that next technological buzz, I think it is.  I find myself to be some of my best company, so it doesn't bother me to spend copious amounts of time with myself (I'd say this is an undeniable blessing since I'm stuck with none other than myself.)  Still, I'm guilty on occasion, or oft, to be waiting to hear from...whomever...to be wondering what other people are "doing"...to want to know what the "plan is" and where the fun is popping off.

This social anticipation is surely not always augmented by the multitude of communication technology constantly at fingertip grip and eye roving span.  That little red light on my Blackberry is my best and worst friend, (and one of these days I have got to kick him out of bed).  I separated from my too handy, too [mostly] reliable technological communication monster device for a couple hours today and found myself sprawled on my back giving my ankles a serious workout as I bopped along to a bevy of my favorite classic rock songs.  It's not like I'd forgotten Scorpion, Cinderella, Whitesnake, Def Leppard...(just some of my favs), but they'd accumulated a bit of dust.

Something about the instantaneous gratification of classic rock's innate propensity for perfect combination of blood dripping from heart on [leather] sleeve all the way down the arm to well worn brass knuckles that gives just as good, if not better (a couple more rounds of this hair metal playlist, and I'm willing to wager my Blackberry on it) of a rush/buzz satisfaction.  The classic rock hypothesis challenge: next time YOU (and I refer again to the universal sense of) are waiting for that phone call, or anticipating an email, hankering for a text or instant message, put your "device" in the time-out corner and crank "Nobody's Fool".  I'm just sayin'...before there was technology there was classic rock.

Life sometimes can be limbic.
Limbic: –adjective
  The limbic system (or Paleomammalian brain) is a set of brain structures including the hippocampus, amygdala, anterior thalamic nuclei, septum, limbic cortex and fornix, which seemingly support a variety of functions including emotion, behavior, long term memory, and olfaction. Some scientists have suggested that the concept of the limbic system should be abandoned as obsolete, as it is grounded more in transient tradition than in facts.