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| Ladies. Calm down... |
Technology these days has become extreme to the point that people struggle to even live without it. Basic appliances aside, if you’re not changing your Facebook status, you’re Tweeting about your day or BBMing your buddies all in between driving, meetings, eating and sleeping. What happened to conversation? What once was an art form has been chucked out the window like dirty dish water.
We remember the days when there were office numbers, and there were home numbers. Home numbers were reserved for emergencies or to call your mother while you were out of town. Now we have a civilisation of people that have no real divide between work and play other than the places they go. They have at least a thousand friends on Facebook and Tweet about how well their new protein diet is going, just in case anyone was wondering. “This new mix is killa! Just had a heavy ab sesh, looking buff. TGIF Look out ladeez!”
What once were faxes that could only be sent to your office are now emails
that can be sent to your cell phone, the same phone that serves as your work number and your home number. The phone that you’ll use to check your Facebook page while you have a shit, because the Internet is faster than looking for a decent read… You can even get your emails sent to your TV! We’re all trying to live minimalistic lives, but how can we differentiate between minimalist and lazy?
Holidays have become semi-work trips, because someone might just call you for something. We all asking someone to do something for you is easier than doing it yourself. Besides, we already have enough of our own problems, right?
As with most things, there are some advantages to the whole social networking phenomenon. It’s a pretty good way of finding out what that chick you hooked up with last night actually looks like. You’ll most probably find pictures from any mood or occasion, so it’s a pretty good round up. But on the other hand, you could receive an email telling you that “it’s over” because she doesn’t know how else to tell you. And we thought sms break-ups were cheap.
Just when you thought grown-ups were bad, there’s a new breed of “I want that now” kids who will make their parent’s lives a living hell unless they don’t buy their kid the newest 3D, HD, nano-technogical communication device. Instead of hanging out at their charna’s house, they’ll stay home alone and stay logged onto MXit, just in case something exciting happens or their mother texts them to go outside for lunch. And the parents complain that their kids are fat…
When conversations do occasionally break, there will most likely be something about some dude’s lame status update, or the embarrassing pic someone was tagged in. It’s a vicious cycle that has trapped us like flies in a jar. Is it too late to escape? Is it even possible to regain enough intellect to strike up a conversation about something relevant or meaningful? Everyone knows that everyone’s “good, hey”, and that “work’s fine, just a bit hectic”, and that the girlfriend is “doing well”. But believe it or not, there are way cooler things to talk about.
C
