Module 1 Writing Assignment: Antisocial Behavior. Literature Essay

Antisocial Behavior
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Antisocial Behavior
I walk the streets of New York and they are bursting with life. The people all seem to be in hurry to get to someplace. It is quite interesting watching how busy we have become on the streets and imagining that this what our lives have become (Kentucky is My Fate, 2018). The level of interaction is down to the glances that people use ones in a while, as they walk around looking like they are chasing after an illusionary ghost.
On my first day, I choose to sit in the park watching how people interact with one another. This is supposed to be the place where everyone is easy and finds some element of peace. Or so I think. It is a place where people can find time to interact with one another and chat about things they found fascinating about life and connect at a rather intimate level. At the park, it is interesting to note that most of the people that are on the benches are busy on their phones, tablets and personal computers (Carvajal, 2007). Seated next to me are two females on my right and male on my left. Except lady at the extreme right, who greeted me as she came to sit down, the other two who came later did not greet anyone. The lady simply smiled as if to excuse herself and sat down, while the man with earphones in his ears, simply ignored us on the bench. What is interesting, all the three that are seated on this bench have their phones in their hand and the man on the left even has a laptop on his lap and seems to be working on a word document. Across my bench to the right is another bench with two older ladies and young lady. The two older women are chatting in low tones once in a while and the rest of the time they are either looking round or checking their phones. The young lady next to them is lost in her phone and even seems to be smiling at times. Scattered across the park are a few other people resting on the grass, with little to no interactions. The only interactions that I have seen so far are from some of the people walking across the park.
On the second day I decided to see what it is like for the people that were using the streets. New York has to be one of the busiest streets cities in the world. Everywhere one looks there are people walking hurriedly, signboards, smoke bellows from cars and noise from everywhere. In all this chaos no one seems bothered (Tuan, 1975...