Wanna step back
Mehbe its just me ‘gettin’ old’ (ain’t gettin’; ya Got. LOL)
But thinking back to those growing years, 80s, the wonder years(mine. Not the show), D&D, hanging out, being able to remember literally EVERY phone number,,,, Being able to get lost and it being ‘no big thing’, not having a tracking device that umbilicals me to “the real world” (it ain’t) Recent (yearish) events allowed me to see that time from anothers perspective (stranger things series) and it brought back a flood of memories, and was quite accurate in its depictions (other than the monsters of course). May be feeling a tad nostalgic here, damn that dust,,,,
And yet, I like the tech too. But I do feel we have allowed it ‘too much’. Too much of? Well, everything. Seeing a family sitting at dinner in a restaurant and all of them with their faces glued to a small screen, keeping tabs on everything NOT in their immediate sphere. They are everywhere, but not ‘right here, right now’.
And I am just as guilty. So much of my world is contained in this 9oz of plastic, silicon, and crystal matrix, and yet, its not: its just a container that I use to hold memories I share (pictures) or ideas I wish to express to the world (blog) or that encyclopedia I need now because I have allowed it to replace my personal memory.(somewhat, but not in totality). And the obvious communication device; printed word and telecom (and far more printed than voice in my world. Gutenburg would be impressed!)
But to add insult to injury, so to speak, today I put in a hearing aid for the first time (not the first, but the first time I’ve worn it for more than a couple minutes) I don’t ‘like it’ and not just because of its implications, but because I have to ‘relearn’ how to hear. My filters are wide open right now and that little device is flooding that ear with WAY to much info. Interestingly enough though, I found out just how vocal Mamakat really is. Holy chit does that girl talk,,, little squeaky purr/meows, all the time, along with her original namesake of “Buzzykat”,,, hearing her ‘for the first time’ sold me on this awkward piece of tech in my ear. Just gonna have to adjust/relearn how to hear again. Still, it makes me a little sad that she and I have been together 4 years and I just learned how much she communicates to/at me. No wonder ‘super bitch’ bit me so many times: “listen up, y’ol hooman!!!!”
Got old, maybe a little ‘dumber’ thanks to the one ‘prostheses’ I don’t actually ‘need’: the smartphone. But I’m sporting a few prosthetics these days; teeth, an ear, eventually new joints in my knees and/or shoulder. Becoming a damned cyborg at this rate,,, (and to the hell NO if they come up with a way of tying our phones to our brains. Definitely count me out on that one dammit!!!)
This weekend is a chance to break away from some of that for a spell. I mentioned B and I doing a 40 mile river run. I will shut the phone off and lock it in a WP bag and forget about it for a day. Taking it with because ‘ya never know’ situations and comms may be needed, but it will not be ‘the sidekick’. Pictures are gonna be from an actual camera if any, not the device Star Trek only hinted at. I need the break. I need to feel human again, laugh a little at silly comments, hang out, have a beer, BE human again, not this cybernetic simulacrum I have become.
We used to be free but we surrendered to the lure of better. Faster. MORE. I think its time we slow up a little and smell the flowers again. Maybe take a clue from Grizzykat and chase a butterfly or two.