My friend, whom I have known since middle school, and I were talking recently about how different things were when we were kids. I look at my two oldest children versus my youngest child…(I have a 15 yo, an almost 13 yo, and a 4 yo) … and I am amazed by the differences in … so many things. As my mother says, it is almost as if kids today are being born pre-wired to pick up devices and start working on/playing with them.
I have been talking about leaving facebook for awhile. I have taken that step where I am not on facebook at all for extended periods of time…this after having given myself a time limit (five minutes, no more) in order to participate in different groups or to post or whatever…five minutes per day…usually five minutes per week. I haven’t missed it at all.
This past week–the entire household, minus the toddler for the most part– was ill. You can tell by the lack of my posting here that — I didn’t touch my computer. Seriously. It wasn’t, oh, I’ll check my email real quick, or anything like that. It was a total disconnect.
It felt pretty good. My only issue is — yahoo does not like it when I try to purge my email more than a couple emails at a time. So I have this build up of email that I have sitting there that I cannot look forward to sitting down to in one session and just mass deleting anything. Other than that…I’m pretty ok with having been completely off line…for nearly a week. Now, there are family members with whom I communicate via email regularly that I have missed talking to … and I owe them emails…but at least I did let them know what was going on.
Now, there is actually one reason I will not delete my facebook account completely–teenagers in the house. I need to be able get to my kids’s facebook accounts whenever necessary, but otherwise, my intention is to stay off facebook — I have let go of groups and as much other as I can.
And other than facebook?
I have trouble reading lately. Books. I feel more and more like my grandmother every day. I remember later in her life, my grandmother and her magnifying glass. Recently, I found a beautiful magnifying glass, with octopus tentacles as the handle, on sale–and now I use that periodically. I have also found this … disconnect … where if I haven’t had a real book in my hand for awhile (due to toddler belligerence mostly)it does take awhile for my eyes to adjust to reading.
To aid my desire to read more, off line, I have stopped using my ipad for the most part. I no longer peruse my normal sites for news, gossip and fandom wares. I have deeply curtailed my ipad use to save my eyes. This has been and continues to be an on-going process. I know that the digital screens and my eyes are not so compatible.
Another thing I have begun lately is limiting my time surfing while on my laptop as well. If I need an image to inspire a sketch or something, I give myself five, maybe ten minutes. If I don’t have one in that time, I’m done.
I have cut back on nearly all social media. I deleted my original, personal pinterest account. I did create another one, for my own edification, as well as for keeping up with my kid. I’ve just not done a while lot with it yet. The same goes for instagram.
I am working on the websites, yes, but this blog is my focus. And one that indeed does and will be laid aside when sickness arises. Sad as I may be to say that.
I remember life as a teenager: the boom box, the radio playing, books and more books. No computers. No computers in my life until the 90s, when the ex introduced me. Much like video games, my brain is not well-geared for such things. I prefer the fantastic world of books–and of movies, which are also few and far between for me of late, again due to toddler intervention–even many of my documentaries are not exactly toddler friendly. And since we are still working to adjust sleep patterns since my partner finished his PMBA program, I cannot find the time to watch really interesting things while waiting for the toddler to wear out. I miss real MTV, but that’s been gone far too long for me to worry about now. I spent a great deal of time outside too. In the woods, running through pastures filled with cattle. In the woods, on the mountains.
I miss trees like that. I miss mountains. I even miss the turkey vultures.
It was a much different world than stranger glaring at me every time we go out and I pull out my phone when we walk the public parks around here. Glaring due to thinking they have yet more competition for some phone-oriented video game which I shall not name–and which I do not play.
It was a much different time when the entire world now has ear plugs in, oblivious to those around them.
Strange days are these.
Strange days indeed.