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There I was getting a Cafe Americano … and the lady holding up the line was trying to figure out how to get the Starbucks app to work on her iPhone4 (she caught a sale, I get it….) Obvious newbie. The giant Samoan, had his app ready on his new iPhone 5. The Chinese research student had his beat up iPhone 3S. He paid in cash and got an ice coffee (bleeeeeeeeyeck!) The rich lady whom glasses were complimented by the barista with the bad weave but cute glasses, whipped out her white iPhone 5 while she stirred in half and half in her Cafe Americano. … How the hell did she get hers first? Uh, I ordered before her bad weave barista. Bleeeeeeeeeyeck to you!

There I was a Blackberry Torch 9810 (personal) and Nokia 900 (business) user amongst the iSheep. I turned and looked at the people sitting down … THEY ALL HAD IPHONES… except one lone Samsung S2 or S3 user. It was like being in a bad tale of “invasion of the cell phone snatchers”. Were they suddenly going to turn and scream at me for being a non-iPhone user? Were they going to turn to me and see me as an iLeper?

So today, I am thankful I am not an iSheep.

I have a lot of iSheeps as friends and some are my family. (Double Bleeeeeeeyeck onia…) and they are indeed on the darkside. Apple has them programmed and they tolerate me but I will never truly know their dark Apple rapture as they probably pray to the West with their iTools in hand.  (hee-hee…)

However, I still stick a bit of middle finger up to Stevie J and say… YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ME. JESUS HIMSELF WILL HAVE TO COME BACK WITH AN IPAD MINI AND COMMAND ME FROM HIS UPDATED COMMANDMENTS APP ON HIS TABLET TO GET AN IPHONE.

Do you hear me, Stevie J.

Never…

PS

No disrespect to iSheeps, really. @Chicagomom72 is an iSheep and I adore her dearly. LMAO!

I was first introduced to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs when I was in high school.  I found it intriguing because I was a scared kid on the inside and a part-time, rehearsed extrovert on the outside. At 16, I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, nor did I want to truly dig deep and find out what is it that my soul needed.

I am now 39. I wanted a great husband, a beautiful child, a nice house, fairly decent career and to feel loved all the time. In reality I had a husband, a child, a home, a waning career and for the last two years of my life trying to maintain that cycle (and not doing a very good job of it) I felt alone and unloved.

We all muddle through life with this power struggle between what we want and what we need.

My needs have always been very basic… safety and love, esteem and self-actualization intrigued me, but it didn’t drive me … I’m lucky because I’ve always been driven by circumstance or longing to change a circumstance.  It is now at the tender age of 39… I realize that perhaps I should stop being intrigued with the hierarchy and examine myself as I relate to the hierarchy.

I still don’t know what I want… but I think the basic need of all humans is to be loved and then you take it from there.

…who knows… that’s just my 0.02 cents!