(Warning: Rant post)
It used to be that "back in the day"....one would fly in to one of these to make a call.
These would stand on street corners or hang on walls outside convenient stores.
As long as you had the change~ or knew how to place a collect call....you were safe.
Now...they sit for decorative reasons...to remember what life used to be like.
When you didn't have to charge a phone,
find a spot for it in your pocket,
be attached to everyone and "connected" to everything at
every
single
moment.
Funny thing is- for all the ways we have to "Connect" today??
I feel more disconnected than ever.
My "real phone" only rings with telemarketers requests.
My mail box only holds flyers every afternoon at 4pm, and instead of running down to it with anticipation - I sit in front of a screen wondering if my "email box" holds a line.
And connection now means...
"Shooting an email"
"Facebook me"
"I'll text you when I get there"
"Did you read his Tweet?"
{"Didn't get the email?
I texted you last night to say I sent it..."}
{Walking into a coffee shop last week....
5 out of the 8 people sitting down were all on their laptops or staring at their phones.}
{Sitting down to eat and a phone beeps.
Is that me? Or you?
Hold on....It'll just take a second.}
Yes. It used to be a pain to find a quarter and a phone booth. But I miss it.
I miss real chatter.
Letters to hold in my hand.
I miss hearing voices and seeing faces.
For all the "connectedness" we supposedly own today~ why is it everyone seems so disconnected from one another?
(sigh)
Why have we become content to be "facebook friends"...but not get together in real life?
Why do we resort to texting a heartfelt sentence, when we could pick up a phone and use our real voice?
Email is so easy. But what does one have to hold in their hand and read, and store away in a ratty old box, to pull out and show those who come after....but their computer screen.
(I warned you this was a rant.)
On that note....I feel the need to stuff a mailbox full of letters and cards!
I want to go back, if only for a few moments, and see if I can use a pen and remember how to address an envelope.
I want to go buy a sticky square of a stamp and place it in the corner...
open the lid on a mailbox and stuff the envelope inside.
And then....just for fun, if I perhaps happen to come across a forlorn looking phone booth with a ratty old phone book hanging from a cord, I may just dig out a quarter and call someone. Just to hear a real voice.
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AND NOW....for the point in this post where IRONY and the fact of the matter comes out:
EMAIL me your address.
I would love to mail out some Christmas cards and I want to send
you one.
I guess you could also text me with your address.....
Hey! You could also send me a DM on my Twitter account....
{There are so many means to stay connected,
and yes,
can be convenient and good.
I guess it's just the REALNESS I miss.}
Seriously....my email is dawnr@hotmail.ca
I would LOVE nothing better than to send you a card through snail mail.
(That is.....if I remember how)
:)
~Linking with ~Ruby Tuesday~ over here....even though it's a Thursday post:)
