Social Society

Driving home from work, I was sitting at a red light. As the cars were driving across my path, my eyes wandered to the inside of the vehicle to what each person was doing. First, there was a silver shiny car, with a blonde haired woman sitting in the drivers seat. She was barely paying attention to where she was going she was so wrapped up in how she was looking. Her eyes were stuck on the rear view that she was looking at herself in. Her left hand was lightly touching the steering wheel as her right hand was combing through her hair, messing with her eyelashes and making sure she looked good. This blonde haired girl was obsessing over her appearance more than she was her safety and those around her. The next car that drove through the intersection was a smaller, dark green car. It was a younger, brown haired boy. His eyes were obviously looking down and then I saw it. It was in his hand. The touch screen cellphone was being played with while he was driving. For this boy driving past me, technology and being in touch with his friends at all times was more important than the red light that he didn't even know he was passing through.