O.K., so I’m a dinosau. I keep connected and am fairly adept at computers and the tech world. In fact, I actually earn income working and writing within the Internet - but I am chagrined by the direction technology has taken us. My wireless phone is a dumb one. It was built for basic communication, i.e. phone calls to and from people. It can take pictures (I think). It will receive emails - I guess, but its basic function is to allow voice communication between two parties.
When I was young my mind was absorbed more with falsies then selfies. Today I am not really interested in the hundreds of posed selfies that are stored in your device. Nor am I really interested in where you had lunch, what you ate and who you saw at the latest place to be seen at. All I want to do is to hear your voice, ask about your health, your job, my grandkids and whatever else I'm may have called to hear about.
I admit that talking on the phone is not something I relish. But when I do call. I want to talk. It is frustrating when person to person interaction via phone presents such a challenge. What’s even worse is that technology allows incoming calls to be screened.That really irritates me when it happens to me. I know it does happen. I’ve seen the process in operation. I’ve witnessed my kids flipping through their screens when calls come in deciding whether they will speak to callers when incoming calls come through.
On the plus side, my calls will generally be returned. It’s the when of it that causes consternation. When they are returned Often via text when they are ready to. but so often, i forgot why I called in the first place. What really irks me is when my important or even somewhat urgent calls are allowed to go into the “please leave a message” receptacle. I swear the next time it happens,I’ll just go ahead and die before they respond.That might teach them to pick up the damned phone when their father calls. It is damned frustrating and tempts me to change my will every time it happen
I don’t know why I complain so much about this stuff. I find conversing with my offspring akin to pulling teeth-- without anaesthesia. It’s been ages \since I have had a meaningful conversation about anything of importance. I think that I am just revolting against our national obsession with silliness and smartphones in general, especially when I read about people waiting in line for 24 hours to relieve themselves of several hundred dollars or more to be the first to have one of the new generation versions - even before they have mastered all the features of their year old devices.
I suppose that some of my angst is a direct result of lessons passed on to me by my depression era parents. To conserve money, they had a party line for years. Myself, I was the last in my circle to have a wireless phone and will hold off for as long as I can from buying a smartphone. I expect that to happen when the phone companies discontinue basic phone plans
I think it’s cruel how the added costs of this technology have impacted retirees including myself in my retirement. The cost of living is sky high and we are now faced with bills for pricey Internet Service, cable TV, smartphones and other niceties that didn’t exist when I began planning for retirement. What’s even worse is the added burden placed on younger, lower income families, college kids and others who think nothing of the hundreds of dollars they pay out each month to keep up with the Kardashians and the rest of society sending a stream of selfies.
My rantings won't change a thing. Smartphones and the rest of the advances are with us to stay. They will continue to add to our cost of living. I don't care really care I suppose. But when I call, answer the damn phone with your voice-not with your thumbs.
one last gripe …
Have you noticed how people carry their phone with them at all times. They may leave their kids behind locked in the car, but never their phones. People are so absorbed in their self importance, they fear they might miss a call from Obama
Smartphones are constantly in hand and like cowboys and their six shooters, everyone carries. If not in hand, then placed within arms length beside them. My adult 45-50 year olds are always within arm's length of their smart phones - but when I call, they have the ability to flip through the screen and disregard my calls until such time when they are ready to speak to me. When confronted, they sheepishly deny the accusations , but ...let’s just say that because of my parental instincts, I knew when I was being blown off..
The most irritating part of the scenario is that by the time they do return my call, I have usually forgotten why I called in the first place.
Now the preferred manner of communicating between us is by the cold impersonal method known as texting, which I learned is why most people of that generation suffered from an affliction known as distended thumbs.
I must say that there are benefits to this approach. I found that out from one of my very busy daughter in law. She spends a good part of her day at her computer with clients via the Internet. To her, texting is a quick, clean way of communicating, so it works and I have learned to use it to my advantage.
My crew is basically a bunch of sensitive hotheads, myself included - and are particularly sensitive to innuendos, raised voices, questioning tones, rolled eyes and all manner of body language as in head shaking (in disbelief) When texting, those nuances can't be easily picked up. As a result, It’s easier to avoid arguments and misunderstandings when my message is delivered via a text. On occasion, I use some of the few big words that I know in my diatribes, words that my kids have never taken the time to master. I think that ( my big words) disturbs them … I love it. Actually, that’s not the whole truth. The truth is that some of the words and phraseology I employ are somewhat archaic and no longerin common use.
So in some ways, I have capitulated - and now accept their new methods. Texting is better than nothing. I do wonder when I think of how they will respond someday when I text them that their old man is drawing his last breath.
I can see the responses now: three texts from my three: “Please advise when you are truly about to expire. We are busy right now and we can’t afford to waste much of our time. Hold on until we get there- probably later in the day.”
I’m fine with that. I wrote my will accordingly. It fits right in with that attitude. I do love them - remind me to text my feelings over to them.