April 16, 2013 by meximo70
I began thinking about this article when my daughter and i went out for breakfast. several people i know stopped and said “hello” shook my hand and gave my daughter a nod. She looked kind of sad.
“Things will never be like that after your generation is gone.” she said.
“Your generation and older like to stop and say ‘hello’. Not mine, we would rather just text each other from across the room.”
It amazes me how facebook, internet and mobile phones have made our lives less and less personable with each other. That being said, i would like to talk about my grandma for a bit.
She is in her upper 80’s. Retired of course. Very hard of hearing. So phone calls are very short with her. She mostly texts, and i can’t really stand texting. She is on facebook, and my youngest cousin has taught her how to manuever around it.
Grandma is fond of word games. Enter: Words with friends.
One night, around 10:30p.m. i get an alert on my phone. “gramma b would like to play ‘words with friends’ with you”. Okay, since i am a horrible grandson who never visits his granny, i relented and agreed.
There is a nice chat feature on there, but grams doesn’t like to chat. Grandma is a wizard at word games and kicks my arse everytime.
To top this off, grandma invites me to several games of words with friends. so now i have 3 games going. When i’m trying to work i hear “bleep bleep” (actually my notification ringtone is ‘the godfather theme’) every 5-10 minutes. Even sometimes when i’m trying to sleep i hear that hellacious mandolin.
But when i get upset i think about how lonely grandma must be. most of her friends are gone and us grandkids are about the only company she really enjoys. so i play. more than that, i really should call her, whether it gets annoying having to yell and repeat myself over and over again.
I did give my daughter hope. I told her that human kind has a need to be around other people. Eventually, you’ll all get sick of depending on electronic devices and remember what it was like to have a personal conversation. We may devolve a bit, but we always seem to find a way out of our own muck.