I am constantly enamored by the advances in science and technology that we enjoy in this era. Many times, I reflect on how far we’ve come and the products and processes we enjoy today. However, with all that innovation, there are some age-old questions that must be asked. One of which is: “Who are we talking to?”
Countless times, I am in my car and hear the sound of a telephone ringing being emitted from a car near me in traffic. Sometimes, I hear part of the conversation – even inside my car. Public transportation and public venues are inundated with individuals who are not necessarily mindful of the fact that there are other people on the planet besides them. They talk loudly, use profane language and even flail around physically while talking on the phone.
The most eye-opening thing I realized is that people are already talking to someone on the phone during my 5 am, 6 am or even 7 am commute. WHO ARE WE TALKING TO THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?
I was raised to believe that the morning was a time to get up, adjust, contemplate, meditate or just be quiet. Overt and senseless noises were frowned upon. While I respect that fact that times have changed and that everyone does not share my upbringing, I also can’t see how you can be in a full conversation with anyone, but God, so early in the morning.
I’ve seen people unable to drive their cars because they were engaged in conversation. Many people have almost gotten hit by cars in downtown areas of any given city in America because they were so focused on a call, text snap, tweet or post that they didn’t realize the light was no longer in their favor (or maybe they didn’t even notice that they were on the street).
I remember a time when no phone calls were proper after a certain hour and you didn’t dare bother anyone first thing in the morning unless there was an imminent danger or someone had passed away. We had more time for personal meditation and reflection in the early hours of every day. I also remember hearing, “I’ll call them when I get home.” We did so because that’s where the phone was, not on our hip. We read newspapers, books, and magazines on the bus and train. Our conversations were relegated to the driver or the people we were riding with on these conveyances. Our main technology was a Sony Walkman full of Hall & Oats or Doug E. Fresh tunes.
Nowadays, we not only talk incessantly on our phones in public but in the confines of our own homes, we will sit next to each other and talk to other people – even in the middle of a conversation.
I’m certainly not opposed to modern technology, but I can’t help but think; are we so engaged in talking to other humans that we have allowed them to invade our every waking moment? If so, who are we talking to today that we didn’t talk t twenty years ago? What are we talking about? Are we so connected to others that we are losing ourselves in the process? A thing to ponder in the senseless ramblings of a pedantic middle-aged man.
What’s your take on this subject?
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