Never Alone
How many of us enjoy times of solitude? I know I do. But now, always armed with the latest technology, are we ever really alone? I try to convince myself that I carry my smart phone for the onboard camera, only. It was, after all, the excuse I used for purchasing a smart phone. But even I find myself giving in to other features such as text messaging, Instagram (I need a place to post my smart phone images, you know), Flickr, Facebook, etc. Now that my children have grown I see how that generation can never part with their “machines”. Smart phones, iPads, even coffee drinkers enjoying a simple beverage at Starbucks can’t seem to leave their laptops at home.
The activity this young lady is partaking in is the norm among her peers. Always typing, giggling, or smiling at their screens. I laugh at what I call “Virtual Schizophrenia” where people roam the streets while yelling obscenities but then you discover the unseen recipient of their scorn is on the other end of a well-concealed Bluetooth. Yep! If our machines aren’t making us crazy they certainly are causing us to seem that way. =)
Never Alone
How many of us enjoy times of solitude? I know I do. But now, always armed with the latest technology, are we ever really alone? I try to convince myself that I carry my smart phone for the onboard camera, only. It was, after all, the excuse I used for purchasing a smart phone. But even I find myself giving in to other features such as text messaging, Instagram (I need a place to post my smart phone images, you know), Flickr, Facebook, etc. Now that my children have grown I see how that generation can never part with their “machines”. Smart phones, iPads, even coffee drinkers enjoying a simple beverage at Starbucks can’t seem to leave their laptops at home.
The activity this young lady is partaking in is the norm among her peers. Always typing, giggling, or smiling at their screens. I laugh at what I call “Virtual Schizophrenia” where people roam the streets while yelling obscenities but then you discover the unseen recipient of their scorn is on the other end of a well-concealed Bluetooth. Yep! If our machines aren’t making us crazy they certainly are causing us to seem that way. =)