I realise this is somewhat ironic, given that I am writing this on a computer and sharing it on social media, the t’internet and the whole wide world but…technology worries me.
A little memory popped into my mind whilst I stared out of the window on my morning commute the other day. I sent a little Tweet (yup, irony again) sharing my thought and it sparked more responses than my usual rants in which clearly no one but me gives two hoots.
D’you remember those long-forgotten days before camera phones and digital marvelldom when we’d all trek along to Boots with our film, pay extra for next-day service (if it was a realllly exciting set, like that one when you met that tall guy with the ugly shoes on the post-GSCE camping trip) and chomp at the bit to get our paws on the developed masterpiece?
You’d have totally forgotten you took five photos of your foot by accident, curse yourself for not buying a 34 film and then proceed to Sellotape the photos to your bedroom walls (to the angst of my poor parents who looked upon my bedroom as some kind of social experiment in junk).
It got me pondering about these lovely pastimes of yesteryear and how much is down to the techie wonders we’re spoilt with today.
The world seems to be getting meaner (don’t turn on the News. You may never feel happy again), we text friends six words rather than calling them and hearing their voice, we bash out an email rather than practice our handwriting skills, we ignore loved ones because we can watch Breaking Bad (or in my case, Parks & Recreation) in bed, on the loo or in the middle of negotiating world peace whilst simultaneously asking Siri where to get a local Pad Thai and downloading Lianne La Havas’ new album (AMAZING).
I miss receiving handwritten letters, they are one of my most favourite things in the world. They can live on long after we’re gone, we can’t erase them accidentally by hitting delete (which is unfortunate when I read my unsent outbursts to Smash Hits about my eternal love for Robbie Williams. *Note to teenage Sarah, should I ever time travel: He will turn out to be an giant, egotistic waste of space who lost his looks in his twenties. You will be OK.*)
There are so many paths this thought can lead – I use my mobile phone far too much and berate myself belatedly when I am with Mini B. I don’t need to check my emails, I don’t need to post that photo of my ice cream sundae with extra filter RIGHT NOW… We want the key to the world at our hands, we want answers to everything at the tip tap of a touch screen.
So maybe I should go offline a bit more. Although this doesn’t really help me make my blogging quest does it? Gah, what have I said?!...
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