I am constantly talking about being authentic. So I speak to the fact that in beig authentic i realize how much change our generation has gone through. I miss things from the past.
I miss cursive writing. I use to pride myself on how carefully I formed each letter. But in high school I wrote something the printer (he did the high school newspaper.) could not read. He called our house at 2 AM and my dad answered, I never wrote cursive again. By the way I alsl miss phonics which gave me the ability to pronounce any word.
I miss telephone landlines. I even remember party lines in Minnesota when we went back to visit. 'I remember the time lady; a quick phone call and you got the correct time.
I miss arcade video games. In college we seemed to have a lot of time on our hands. So late at night (typically on Thursday night because we inly had a Friday afternoon class.) we would go downtown at 10th and J Street to a arcade place, It was filled with arcade games and the people hanging out were beyond edgy. They were not people you took home with you. A big gulp soda from the liquor store next door and a stack of quarters and off we went into the games, We hated when we tilted the machines (A little too much knee against the machine). We got back to the dorms around 3 AM.
I do not miss printed books. I tried to read one last week and it was awkward. I have my trusty Kindle for over five years; i know this because I have read every day for five years. have almost three thousand books on my Kindle. I take it everywhere.
I muss milkmen. When I spent a year living with my grandparents (my father was overseas) every other day a milk truck pulled up in front of the house. The milkman brought milk, cheese, butter, eggs and other things. I was eight years old and I thought it was a miracle. Of course, those were the days that an ice cold glass of milk was manna from heaven. I still buy a bottle of chocolate milk, even knowing what it will do to my stomach.
I don't miss the old movie theaters. I love the new reservation style theaters wih reclining seats, So comfortable and knowing there is reserved seating. So different than from sitting in the front row of the first Star Wars movie, The only available seats were in the front row. We had cricks in our necks for two days,
In the end I also politeness. Saying please and thank you and calling people by their formal names. The sending of thank you cards and holiday cards and actually writing letters,
It seems that in texting people I lose some of the sacred connection, No one seems to answer voicemails anymore.
I pray that each of us connect in a deeper way with those around us. Connection in a heart based way means connection with love and peace. I still it is impossible to bomb someone if you've looked in their eyes or broken bread with them. Let us make every step we make be filled with connection. Breathe peace............
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