For the last few years when I arrive at my home I have plugged my cell phone in and walked away enough is enough. I had earned a lot of money by the age of thirty and never owned a cell phone so I am pretty sure I will be just fine to save a few hours a night for myself with out the interference of the ear and text noise going off.
Yesterday while standing in line at the post office my phone buzzed I looked at it but did not answer because quite simply if it is not an emergency and you are standing in a public place talking on a phone I think you are rude. When I looked up I noticed a woman in front of me texting and the woman in front of her playing a game. One of them smiled and I mistook this as she was thinking the same thing as me too much cell phone not enough life. I smiled back and said what did we do before our cell phones? Her answer to my surprise was I don’t know they make communication so much easier. I could not resist and said: no they have taught a whole generation of people to have no ability to communicate; we used to look at one another in line and speak. She was horrified and looked away; thanks for making my point Ms. Mute.
I have seen people at dinner tables with several members thumbing away at their smart phones they are not smart phones they are a drug that needs to be used properly or they will corrode your abilities to socialize.
I have heard of two people in the same room text each other, I do not believe I need to address this one if I do you are one of these people.
I love electronics and spent years working on the road in which these devices made me much more efficient but I promise I was always on the road to go look some one eye to eye and tell them how I felt. I am not sure if there is many in the next generation that have this ability but I know for sure the ones that do will end up a million miles a head of the thumb communicators.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Why was I born with two parents that loved me and taught me? Why do I have the ability to make an income that is better than 99% of every one I know? Why when there are so many with needs? Why so much pain for some that doesn’t deserve it but were merely born to it? Why no matter how much you try things never seem to change for some?
I have no answers to these questions and never will I have volunteered for organizations, fed people in food lines and built ball diamonds where there were run down parks in the city; only to see more babies in the food lines, organizations fail, and people that didn’t care enough to maintain the diamonds.
But yesterday Nancy set up an opportunity for us to help a family and just maybe for one day we helped erase the pain for a short moment is it enough? I don't know but I will keep trying.