As I was driving home yesterday from visiting an elderly lady, my mind traveled back to yesteryear.
I might not do a lot of traveling, but I can sure tell you my mind does a lot of it. I thought back to 40 and 50 years ago and the drastic changes in our youth and even our middle-aged folks.
Times are different, and I still believe in the so-called “good ole days.” Having all the technology available is an advantage today. I do agree it reduces time, but it also reduces communication.
The days of conversation are less, and I’d not be surprised if the days of poor eyesight have increased. Wouldn’t you think looking at a computer or cell phone while texting requires more up-close visual concentration for hours at a time?
I might be out in left field, as the expression goes, but I can’t help thinking I’m right on target.
Have you considered the youth of today are limited in their spelling ability? There’s no need, because most of our electronics have automatic spelling correction. Not only that, the parts of a clock and knowing the functions are a thing of the past. There’s no reason for such a thing
If you were to ask the time of someone in a waiting room of any kind with a clock hanging on the wall, it would never cross their mind to even look. Instead, they would get out their cell phone or look at their digital watch.
The days of asking for directions are close to being non-existent. Our minds are only geared toward that GPS. If we are directed what seems to be miles out of the way, we rely on that GPS to get us back on track. Of course, it doesn’t matter how many miles out of the way, because stopping at a convenience store hardly ever has crossed your mind anyway.
Have you ever wondered why our older folks are visited less and less? Well, I have my own theory about that also. Our communication is by texting or talking on the cell phone. Most older folks to not have a cell phone or even want one, for that matter. So, odds are against talking to them. The lucky ones are those who are blessed to be on speed-dial. Computers have replaced those big hugs and seeing the smiles of those beautiful faces. Five to ten minutes face-to-face is better than hours spent at a funeral home.
For the younger folks that know how to spell correctly or tell time the old-fashioned way or visit their older relatives without a cell phone, I’d like to greatly commend you.
I’m sure my mind will take me to another thought or idea that I will share later, but for now you’ll just have to wait.
Until next time!
