Back in my day things were different– or were they? I can still remember the day my father tried to assure the man that owned the Voyageur Bus Terminal Cafe in Cowansville that things would be okay. Arthur Knight swore to him up and down that the transistor radio was never ever going to put his jukeboxes out of business.
As I sat in the car playing the very thing this gentleman thought was going to put his family out on the street I heard none of the discussion through the earphones of my transistor radio. It now made my music portable and I was no longer confined to the family’s console in the living room to listen to my music. I was so happy, and I thought things would never change like my father. But I was wrong, things just kept changing.
On many occasions I have written of my distaste about the invention of cell phones. I never thought in my wildest dreams that things would ever get better than the cordless phones we had in the 90s. Imagine my surprise when a cell phone was handed to me by my children years ago, and today is my 4 year anniversary of getting that cell phone.
After I received the gift I immediately went into panic mode and wrote:
“Friends have told me I will get used to this thing. I have not set up voicemail because some have told me they cannot figure out how to retrieve messages. Can I get away with using that as an excuse? Why is life always a test?
This morning I watched my oldest son use both his thumbs to text. I marveled at the precision and speed he uses and think of my badly typed personal texts sent this week. I remember the 4 year-old-girl on the Apple commercials whizzing through feats of technology without help, and how I wish I could become smarter.
This cell phone continues to entice me daily to use it like a prosthetic for the rest of my life. I refuse to let it become the bearer of my vital signs and continued activity in my brain. Is there a middle ground? Has cell phone dependency resulted in compulsive communicating? Will I eventually turn into a Ninja if someone touches my phone?’
Now, if my cell phone dies there will be no question that I will riot like the zombies on The Walking Dead. My dependence on this piece of plastic has now become obscene. Have I now become part of the infected? I assume it’s affirmative, because now all I do is swarm, feed, and take pictures on my cell phone. My sons have finally admitted I am much better on my cell, but apparently I still drive like I’m talking on one. Things like that will never ever change.
Linda’s Two Cents of the day
It’s not easy mastering life–If I had my way we would have unicorns dancing all around the town hall– well maybe not– but I am constantly looking outside the box– because that is who I am and it can be difficult.
Supposedly it takes 10,000 hours to master something. Unfortunately, a lot of people now spend 10,000 hours trying to be a jerk to others. If all you do is put in your 10,000 hours with small kindnesses, then the universe will return that many times over. Or so they say:)
Being a good, compassionate person is not something like “having two arms” or “being able to see”. It’s a quality we develop over years and takes thousands of hours of practice. So sometimes having a good talk with a mentor- or even your friend, is a good thing– or else your brain gets too soft and one-sided.
ALL of us need someone who can give us a psychological lift and help us see light through the cracks– as– I personally never want to surrender to The Force. So thank you Tracy Lamb for the great ‘fireside chat” we had this morning. You have a gift and I thank you.
Remember, we are all Jedi’s-Train yourself to let go of everything you fear– as fear is the path to the dark side–and a Jedi craves not these things– and don’t believe that crap that they are serving ‘cookies on the dark side” either.. LOL That’s fake news!