I have a new job. I needed it, I like it and I’m grateful but it leaves me with little time. I think my time crunch will get better as I become acclimated to my new schedule. That’s not the topic I want to address anyway. I realize that to many (most) of you I’ll sound like a freak but I’m definitely on the road less traveled. Thank you, Mr. Frost.
I dislike digital technology, especially cell phones. Some of you may not know this but the APA has listed overuse of cell phones as an addiction. I have it all. Laptops, copiers, Smart TVs, in fact all my digital devices use WiFi.
I tell people to please not message me unless we’re in the middle of a business deal like buying a car or you’ve told me to expect a message because I go days without checking them and here are a few reasons why: Tell me about yourself. That has got to be this generations “what’s your sign.” I tell them to buy the book. Jesus chain letters. Somehow I just don’t think Jesus is on Facebook. I even hate those cutsie little hearts and puppies. No matter how many times I tell people not to message me, it’s like talking to a wall. These are called cell phones for a reason. The phone part works. If I don’t answer, leave a message. I’ll see that.
Recently I subbed for 8th grade Social Studies class. I wrote the day’s assignment on the board in cursive. More than half the class couldn’t read it. One little girl asked if it was a foreign language. They can’t put a simple sentence together correctly. Don’t tell me you don’t know why. By the time we’re in nursing homes we won’t need Dr. Koverken.
Knowing how much I love to read, a friend suggested I get a Kindle. I told her that was the dumbest thing anyone could say to a woman who can’t get anyone to help her move because of her books. She had accidentally wondered on to sacred ground. I love the way books feel and smell, I just love holding them. They have been my friends since I can remember.
One last thing. About a year ago 4 of us went to hear a good band that was playing not far from here. I didn’t even take my phone. When we walked in people were seated at tables and yes, you got it. They all had their phones out texting away. When the band started playing, I took that opportunity for some good old 70s Primal Scream Therapy.
One day I’m going to completely lose it and start throwing cell phones at the walls. I’ll get out before they figure out how to use the phone app to call the police. Watch for me on the evening news.