Diggin' Up Bones
I have been dabbling more in writing. And, while typing down some rough ideas, I found this that I wrote three years ago. I want to post it because I not only like the piece, but it shows how far my life has come in three short years.
It’s early on a Sunday night and the streets of downtown are desolate, leaving me no reason to exit my room or a good cup of coffee. This leaves a girl some time to ponder the questions in life, and as Adam Pontipee finishes the last lines of “Bless Your Beautiful Hide,” my ponderings for the night come into focus. In an age where there is no need to hear each other’s voices and someone’s wit is measured by the speed of their thumbs, the old-fashioned side of me tends to show through. Yes, I’ll admit that I have turned to the internet to meet people on occasion, both with positive and disastrous results. Sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, so to speak. However, this stems from something deep down inside me. A part of myself that few dare to tread on, and even fewer get to experience, the part of me that tends to stay hidden. The romantic side. Insert a clearly audible gulp here.
Now, what exactly has brought us from the days of romantically kidnapping women and six marriages at once to flirting on a computer with someone missing vital chewing necessities that can’t even use all the letters needed to make a word? It could be any number of things, really. We have downgraded not only the art of good conversation, but also the art of getting to know someone else and the art of the written word. Gone are the days of good grammar and full sentences. Just like good country music, the majority of the days of classic mindsets seem to be behind us. We leave no room for men such as John Wayne, Gene Kelly, and Cary Grant. These sweet-talking men with varied vocabularies are now few and far between, and sadly not qualities to be prized. Now, with just a few badly-worded conversations and a crooked smile, a potential relationship can be born. Just think of the children.
There are few things I actually think technology has ruined, but there is something quite promising about the idea of meeting someone the old fashioned way. Talking all night, on the phone or otherwise, meeting at the county fair, or shyly approaching someone and asking them to dance. Why must we not see each other in person anymore? Since when are iphone photos and a few wink emojis enough? We should be striving for more. This should only be a start to meeting someone, not the whole saga. These enigmatic tendencies just leave room for less and less personal touches. These movies are classics for good reason. They may not be current, some may say outdated, but I say some things never go out of style.
It took three years, but I know now that there are still old-fashioned people out there, and they can be found not so far from where I am, geographically and emotionally. I know it is a little ironic to post something that's anti-technology on a blog, but it was really the misuse and abuse of that technology that I was against, and still am.
It’s early on a Sunday night and the streets of downtown are desolate, leaving me no reason to exit my room or a good cup of coffee. This leaves a girl some time to ponder the questions in life, and as Adam Pontipee finishes the last lines of “Bless Your Beautiful Hide,” my ponderings for the night come into focus. In an age where there is no need to hear each other’s voices and someone’s wit is measured by the speed of their thumbs, the old-fashioned side of me tends to show through. Yes, I’ll admit that I have turned to the internet to meet people on occasion, both with positive and disastrous results. Sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, so to speak. However, this stems from something deep down inside me. A part of myself that few dare to tread on, and even fewer get to experience, the part of me that tends to stay hidden. The romantic side. Insert a clearly audible gulp here.
Now, what exactly has brought us from the days of romantically kidnapping women and six marriages at once to flirting on a computer with someone missing vital chewing necessities that can’t even use all the letters needed to make a word? It could be any number of things, really. We have downgraded not only the art of good conversation, but also the art of getting to know someone else and the art of the written word. Gone are the days of good grammar and full sentences. Just like good country music, the majority of the days of classic mindsets seem to be behind us. We leave no room for men such as John Wayne, Gene Kelly, and Cary Grant. These sweet-talking men with varied vocabularies are now few and far between, and sadly not qualities to be prized. Now, with just a few badly-worded conversations and a crooked smile, a potential relationship can be born. Just think of the children.
There are few things I actually think technology has ruined, but there is something quite promising about the idea of meeting someone the old fashioned way. Talking all night, on the phone or otherwise, meeting at the county fair, or shyly approaching someone and asking them to dance. Why must we not see each other in person anymore? Since when are iphone photos and a few wink emojis enough? We should be striving for more. This should only be a start to meeting someone, not the whole saga. These enigmatic tendencies just leave room for less and less personal touches. These movies are classics for good reason. They may not be current, some may say outdated, but I say some things never go out of style.
It took three years, but I know now that there are still old-fashioned people out there, and they can be found not so far from where I am, geographically and emotionally. I know it is a little ironic to post something that's anti-technology on a blog, but it was really the misuse and abuse of that technology that I was against, and still am.