I received a text message wishing me and five others whom I don’t know a Happy New Year. So now what? Am I supposed to text back even though we haven’t spoken in months and live in the same town? Am I supposed to feel flattered or good because she took five seconds out of her day to send a message? Or am I supposed to be happy that she remembered and embrace this new technology?
Many of us who are 50 or older long for those days when someone called from a phone in their home because they wanted to take the time to engage in a conversation. They wanted to hear our voice and found the time in their busy schedules to make the time. They couldn’t do it while driving or shopping or having their hair done. There were no cell phones. We were not an afterthought; we were the thought.
Why is it that with all the inventions to make life easier that people have so little time? Do people really have less time or is the need to stay busy an antidote to thinking? Has thinking become a dangerous sport? Is connecting with others on a constant basis even when you are with others a new sport? Are these all simple diversions from the examined life? Or is it as simple as a generational chasm and the seeming lack of intimacy is not real?
Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect… Owens Lee Pomeroy