Ever wonder if you’re turning into an old fogy? Has intimate conversation morphed into sound bites? Are social exchanges edited versions of our humanness?
We’re heading into a new kind of loneliness. Careening screenward with eyes unfocussed, half-shut or half-seeing, we clack away at our keyboards wanting to share. Writing done, bills paid, appointments input and emails answered, on to addictive sites.
Yesterday, I was lunching with a friend who is a mother. As I waited for her, another mother and daughter arrived and sat at a table in my line of vision. They ordered beverages only and the daughter pulled out her IPad. For the entire hour and a quarter, the mother sat looking at the rest of us while her daughter responded to Face Book and emails. I could see the screen.
They didn’t converse even when it was time to leave. The daughter simply closed her IPad and began putting on her coat. Mother stood up to pay the bill.
At the time my friend arrived, I had drawn her attention to the pair. Sharing my sadness, my friend said, “Guess it’s about knowing when to speak up.” This friend and I have shared many experiences with each other about chiseling at our own victim-hood tendencies. Neither of us find it pleasant observing it in others.
Then, just this morning, a breakthrough. Ironically.
A male Face Book friend of mature vintage with an astute mind, shared a video from a Generation Y website called Elite Daily. It is filled with promise. You’ll notice it was even chosen as Staff Pick Of The Day by Vimeo.
Chat Rooms can be moved back into our homes.