Faux-tography

I love taking pictures, always have, but I would not by any means call myself a photographer.

I was pondering the word photography, and thought that the name faux-tography fit the category of those who play around with photography, but they are not photographers.

There is an art form to what is truly photography, especially in the film era of photography. Now digital has made it easy for pretty much anyone to take pictures and for those pictures to turn out pretty awesome. Between editing, touch ups, and other tweaks, a eh photo turns into a hey they is cool photo, pretty quickly.

I have used a variety of cameras over my life, from the little 110mm , Polaroids, 35mm (point and shoot), and a variety of digital point and shoot cameras. But with each improved camera I have also taken better photos. I am going to be playing with a nice manual zoom (as soon as I kick my new-found cold).. and see how much my pix improve with that camera.

The camera being a factor in great photographs, these are fighting words for a photographer to hear. But there is a fine difference to what I am saying. A great photographer can pick up any camera and can take a photograph that looks like art, while a great camera can help make any one into a pretty good faux-tographer.

Family Values: The New Family Stump.

Like a family tree, this subject has a lot of branches.

The first branch I want to discuss, Family Relationships.

I often wonder if the world existed like greeting cards, and every family is so loving, doting, caring, sincere, and close. If not, how could greeting cards that drip of that goo still exist? Or is everyone playing a permanent version of make-believe?

I look at my family, The most recent I have seen any of my relatives, was over a decade ago. Most I have not seen for several decades, some I have never met at all. These are not distant unknown relatives, these are first cousins, my parents, my siblings, aunts and uncles. We did not live on opposite ends of the earth, (not even opposite ends of the country, or even opposite ends of a state) for the majority of my life the vast majority of my relatives lived less than an hour drive from each other. When I realize I have cousins in their upper 30s, and last I saw them they were preschool or younger. It has been over 20 years since I have seen either of my brothers. In the span of  over 25 years (time period after I was on my own) my parents were only in contact with me for 5 years, the last contact was over 15 years ago.

Seems the only people I have ever noticed to have such a fragmented family, includes drugs and or crime, even those families tend to be closer. So I have remained baffled my entire life about my family. I have clawed my way through trying to have some form of a relationship with my relatives. The best I have managed is having access to them on Facebook, where they never respond to any thing I write (whether it is on their page, or private message). I am constantly tempted to just drop them, I wonder how long would it take before they noticed I was no longer on their list? If they ever notice at all? As a kid during Christmas, I would watch as my cousin’s exchanged gifts.. (yes I was excluded) I was invisible then, why would that change?

It breaks my heart, because everything tells me that this is not how a family should be, but was this only due to influence from books, tv, movies and greeting cards? Nope, I actually have observed happy, loving, supportive, caring, involved families.. they do exist. Which is why when someone asks me about my family, if I give any form of an answer, they look at me as though I grew an extra head or I am Charlie Manson.

Even when I see a tv show or movie that tries to show a dysfunctional or fragmented family, I get annoyed. Often I wish for that family! They always have some supportive or loving element to the family, no matter how dysfunctional.. that is by no means the case in my family.

Why do I bother? 

I really truly wonder why I even bother, and would any of them notice. There are ONLY 2 family members I have any contact with, one aunt who I only hear from via email, and they have become more and more infrequent. The other family member is one of my brothers, whose calls might as well be pre-recorded. They offer nothing new (same discussion every single time), and only serve to pluck my every last nerve. He has no clue who I am, and (as far as I have been able to see) has no interest in knowing who I am either. As with every call from him, I can not get a word in edgewise, so I responded with an email about some things that bothered me. His girlfriend reads his email, and it apparently upset her, so he sent me a brief but annoyed message back (along with a dozen phone calls). His response said he does not and will not read my emails,.. this confirms he only wants to hear the sound of his own voice. Now for his girlfriend to be upset by what I wrote, she has to be one delicate little flower. She has had a  relationship with my brother for quite a few years, somehow she has yet to discover what our family is. Nothing I said was even that “involved” into our family issues, just highlights of my own life since I was out of the house.. those twenty-some odd years that he and I have not seen each other, so i simply offered highlights. If the highlights of my life (since my childhood) upsets that girl, holy cow she needs to run now, far and wide away from our family. My brother still is close to our parents, and if she does not realize the evil within them by now, boy is she in for a rude awakening. The scary point that my brother and this girl are bringing a child into the world is also another item, add they live 8 hours apart, and neither of them wants to make any sacrifice of their own personal lives for the child they chose to create (it was not accident, it was planned). Oh and let me make this part clear, the email to my brother did not even mention how I feel about their non-committed relationship and that child, the email was strictly about what my brother upset me about that is about him and me, and my life.

So this leads me to that other branch of the family values: Commitment. 

It is impossible to not notice the decay of the family unit. More single parents raising their children. No longer is having a child considered any form of commitment, even though two people are creating that child, apparently that does not matter anymore. Marriage has become nearly unspoken, unless when discussing a same-sex union.

There are so many upside down priorities. People really have lost sight of what is important anymore. People think how wonderful it is to have a child, but they never really think of that child. They never think of how important consistency, structure, and values are for a child. Instead single mothers will end up parading a series of potential pops in front of their children, never thinking or caring about the impact or risk that could cause to their children. How well do they know that guy? He could be a con-man or murderer.

Where did logic/common sense go?

While this is not limited to just family factors, this definitely another part of the problem…

I think about my brother’s girlfriend, if she was shocked by what I wrote to my brother (and seriously it was so tame, I really hate to think about talking to this girl face to face, I could scare her into a coma if I gave her details), again this shows me she can not know my brother, or family, and yet she has a son who she exposes to my brother and parents, and she is bringing another child into our family. ACK!

I have a friend who has 5 kids, she is not single yet, but rushed into the dating arena, and keeps coming across some of the biggest scum of the earth guys. And she is exposing her kids to these men. She is head over heels for each one, because how nice they might have been in an email, or on the phone, or they sent flowers.

A neighbor’s daughter “ended up” pregnant, when she introduced me to her boyfriend and told me the news, I asked her what the plan was. She said, oh we are going to have it. Yet my mind was not even processing the thought of abortion, so I said, no I meant are you two getting married? The look of horror on that boy’s face! Again another example of how odd that people are so trivial and casual about having children, but marriage is somehow a bigger fear? Extremely backwards priorities. Now I also asked her about her back up plans (when that relationship no doubt fails, yet avoided saying that directly) but her thought process was they had it all lined out perfectly (yet not marriage). Go figure that relationship went poof within a month or two. When she told me that the relationship ended, I said what are you going to do now? Touching on the doctor visits, delivery, and all the what-ifs, as well as raising the child, and working? She thought she had that together too, and then she had a medical surprise.. that made her opt to move in with her father. I bang my head against the wall over and over when it comes to these kinds of discussions, and how a teen can possibly think they know it all! Now she is a single mother, living in her father’s home.. and she will end up parading a series of potential pops in front of her child for years to come.

Still thinking of that same girl.. before that even happened, years before I had told her about several girls I grew up  with who became pregnant in high school. I should have written out the whole story for her, and forced her to read it daily. They said pretty much the same things she said, they thought their relationships would work, they thought they had everything planned and well thought out. But reality has some sneaky things up its sleeves! There is only ONE of those high school pregnancies that I know of who is still married to that same guy. Now their children they had as teens became train wrecks, so much so they are raising their own grandchildren. But each one of those girls who became pregnant as a teen, their children also became pregnant as a teen too.

I think about when I was growing up, i had processed the thought of a pre-dating application before going out with any guy. Perhaps I benefited from the trust issues caused by my family that resulted in my defensive dating methods. But even with my overkill attitude about trust, I still met more than my fair share of nut jobs, and worse (but eventually found the wonderful man I have been very happily married to for over 12 years now). So I know the nuts are out there, and I know they always will be. What scares me is those women who I flat-out tell them (with sirens, flashing lights, and a bullhorn) all the warnings I can offer.. and they go tra-la-la skipping off into the wolf’s den. Why don’t people listen??

Family Stump vs Family Tree?

With more single parents raising children, the family tree has lost a lot of branches, it has become a family stump.

If you over prune a tree, you end up killing it. Seems that is happening to family values, they are being over pruned.

Again this is a lack of foresight, people have too much self-involvement, and that is dangerous when they choose to bring a child into the world. If they still are only thinking of themselves vs that child, what becomes of the child?

There are two main types of selfish parents.. the ones who (like my mother) was simply self-involved, that resulted in a child who was lost & lonely (among many other issues). The other type ends up over doting on their child (think of the boomers & their off spring) simply because the parents don’t want to be involved with their children (the children are tokens or trophies). These kids are so bubble wrapped, they think they can do no wrong, and so over protected a paper cut is equal to massive flesh wound to them.

What killed the tree? 

Largely feminism! While there is nothing wrong with the “I can do anything better than you can” type attitude, the women’s lib movement took it to the point of chopping off its own head to prove a point.  When I was growing up there were still mothers raising their children (yes they still can be found now, but should be on an endangered species list), but for those mothers who worked full-time, so did the father, the result was what I was referred to as “a latch key kid” (they self-raising child). We rarely saw our parents (which often was a good thing in our case). But this was the beginning for the end of families, more women opted to work vs raise their children, so kids were eventually being raised by others. Now we have the government opting to be the new nanny and intervening in how children are raised.

Women in many cases can earn as much as a guy, so she has decided she does not need his wallet (again forgetting that important father role in their child’s live, as well as stability, and not having a stranger raising your child, since she is living at work).

Women’s lib has long been attacking full-time mothers for raising their own children. They have completely devalued the role and importance of a mother. Again now we have the government opting to be everyone’s new mother.

Women’s lib also pushes empowerment through sex. Another reason there are more single parents, and more abortions, and now the gov’t forcing people to have birth control (regardless of religion). Again more limbs hacked off that ole’ tree.

Welcome to the newly over-pruned dead family stump!

Oh Brother, Why do I bother?

Hello, it’s been a while… Fair warning, Rant in Progress… Inspired by my brother.

First stepping back to why  I need to rant today…

I have been processing the purpose of various relationships and why do I bother?

My childhood was more comparable to science fiction mixed with horror, and I am sure I have a better relationship with the mail person (whom I have never seen) vs any of my relatives.

I was the youngest of 3 children, and on my own since I was a teen. I did not have relatives step forward, look for me, or find out what happened. My only help was from complete strangers.

Even though I was forgotten and nonexistent to my entire family, I continued to reach out and try to connect, even with my parents and brothers.

I graduated high school, with NO one present. That should give a good glimpse at how lonely my life was. There was no prom either.

I have “contact” with most of my relatives, I would not call it a relationship. I doubt they would know me, if they ran over me in the street. It has been 20-30 years or more, and some I never have met at all.

The relationship I tried to create with my parents was quickly tossed aside, never to be seen again (over 15 years ago now). I have contact with one of my brothers, but it is again hard to call that a relationship… he is what has inspired this rant.

My brother calls constantly, but I fail to really understand why, he could save battery time by just talking into the air (if I am lucky I might find a chance to squeeze a word in). He could save breath by recording his banter and playing it back to himself.

So what does he gabber about? His favorite topic is himself. His woeful childhood, his burden of maintaining a relationship with “his” parents, despite them being hateful, mean and bitter people (his statements, but I fully can verify that). He often speaks about the vehicles he was given (they would not even let me get a driver’s license, I ended up getting one when I was 22 years old). The hardship of him being forced out on his own when he was in this mid/late twenties (I was still in high school when I was locked out, and did not have a car either, so I got to work & school by walking).

So he is well aware of the physical, mental and emotional damage our parents cause, but he continues to have a relationship with them, and is oblivious that I was aware of what was happening, not to mention that I  experienced anything similar to what he dealt with. He also is bringing a child into the world, who he already is planning our parents involvement in that child’s life. I personally would be putting miles and time zones between them to prevent any damage.

How can someone be fully aware of harm yet throw a child in the middle of it? If you see heavy traffic, you know someone would get killed if they jumped in the middle of it, so do you jump?? This disconnect troubles me about him. I dare not hold out a warning sign for him, he would argue that point, since he suffers from being a “know it all”.

Side note n the comedy that is our mother.. she alienated all of her relatives, yet she complains no one contacts her. While her telephone number is unlisted and she does not want anyone to know where she lives. So I guess she is hoping for her relatives to know where she is and how to contact her? And after all the things she did to them, that they would give her another chance (they like many others, gave her numerous chances).

After several hours of his chatter, I curl up into a fetal position and want to die. Growing up in such a family left me with mountains of self-doubt, self loathing, and second guessing my every thought, feeling and experience. I wonder  and question what is or was real..and my brother emphasizes those doubts.

So what the hell is wrong with me? Why do I continue with a relationship that is so painful, and pointless? I guess we can refer back to the self-loathing portion. There is part of me that loves my brother, but only because he is my brother (I doubt I would continue to interact with him if I met him on the street), and surely Hallmark has imprinted on people that they are required to love their family.. because for the life of me, I really can not comprehend why on earth I would continue to give a damn.

My brother wanted to get in touch with relatives that are not far from where he lives. I got them in touch. So he talked about how great it was (growing up) to have this cousin, to play with etc, that she was so much fun. That sent a bullet through my heart. My brother & I were 2 years apart, we lived together for most of our childhood.. and yet I was not an important part of his life, but a cousin he rarely saw was?

That should say a lot about how “close” my family is, right?

I was sharing the news about my brother’s baby with a friend who said, that should bring you two closer. Note I have not seen my brother in over 20 years, we have only had contact via phone for a couple of years, and those calls are centered around him. Also knowing every person who has had a baby, when that child arrives, they vanish from my life. It takes many years (if ever) before I hear from them again. My brother was, also, excited to get in touch with this cousin, because she also has children. Add that with his involving our parents in the child’s life, he surely will be non-existent. I am used to it, but also sick and tired of it.

So why do I bother?

Perhaps it is like hanging on by a twig, you have lost your grip on everything else, that one twig remains so you hold on it even though it has poisonous thorns poking through your skin.

I have reviewed many relationships in my life, and removed the dead life sucking branches as I am able. But some are just harder to thin out.

So why did my family alienate me? Was I a bad seed? Did I traumatize small animals? Was I using drugs or alcohol, was I destructive? Nope, I was none of those things. I refused cigarettes, drugs, drinking, sex, and the variety of destructive activities that were made available to me by kids my mother preferred over her own daughter. Seems maybe she hated me because I was not a bad seed? She wanted a child that she could complain about?

The general thought for why my relatives alienated me was due to my mother, yet a relative came forward to help my brother when he was tossed out (in his 20s). So these parts of the puzzle make we wonder, do I slip into an alternate reality, maybe I go into a waking-coma, or somehow am off doing horrible things that I am not aware of, no one tells me about, and somehow the media missed out on too? Seems there would be some proof that I am such an awful person for so many people to simply not exist in my life.

Are people (specifically my relatives) that apathetic or self involved that they just don’t give a damn how much not being included in their lives hurts?

It took over a decade of corresponding with one aunt before I could see her in person. I never met her, but we had a pen-pal relationship. She even lived not more than an hour from me. When I moved across the country we still had not met, she was making a visit about 12 hours from where we live, and passed over where we are when she made that trip, yet she could not make it here. So my husband and I drove 12 hours to see her.

I have a tough time having relationships with anyone, because I have horrible trust issues (go figure why with my family). I expect people to vanish from my life, and often they do. But I have definitely discovered the best people on earth are the ones you don’t know.. yet, but sadly I often opt to let them keep that unknown status.

The saga of figuring out my “relationship” with my brother continues. I still am waiting to find out that I am simply not related to those people, but no one has fessed up yet.

 

Facebook Acquaintances

Does the point that you add people as “Friends” on Facebook make you nuts? How many of those people are actually “Friends”?

Merriam Webster defines:

Definition of FRIEND
1a: one attached to another by affection or esteem b: acquaintance
2a: one that is not hostile b: one that is of the same nation, party, or group
3: one that favors or promotes something (as a charity)
4: a favored companion

Definition of ACQUAINTANCE
1a: the state of being acquainted b: personal knowledge : familiarity
2a: the persons with whom one is acquainted <should auld acquaintance be forgot  — Robert Burns>
b: a person whom one knows but who is not a particularly close friend <a casual acquaintance>
 So which sounds like the hundred or hundreds of contacts that you have on Facebook? I think Acquaintance fits far better, but guess just not as “catchy” as saying you “Friended” someone on Facebook?

Judgement Call: Being a Misfit

I know there are things I need to deal with better, and find a way to ignore or perhaps just not think about as much, but social “norms” and interacting with other humans has a lot of judgement calls involved.

  • Do you have kids?
  • Are you married?
  • Where did you go to college?
  • Where do you work/ What do you do for a living?
  • What is your relationship with your family?
  • Favorite childhood memories?
  • What church do you go to/what religion are you?
  • What kind of car do you drive?
  • Do you own a home?
  • Are you Republican/Democrat .. Liberal/Conservative?
  • Views on death.

Everyone is categorized, and if you do not have the required common elements you are excluded. Apparently the circle I belong in is extremely exclusive and hidden, or my other theory.. simply does not exist.

I don’t have kids (and when asked I always get the same look of pity or shame), I did not go to college (here is another item that I get a look, often of disgust), I do not have a relationship with my family (another disgust look, as surely it is my fault, and there must be something evil about me), my childhood memories belong in a horror movie (that is something not easy to relate to others), I am not religious (here is another item that makes people look at me as though I were a real life monster)… and currently am not working (I was previously focused on health issues, and since been trying to clear out our house of junk.. much easier to find a distraction vs actually tackling that monster).

So where does that leave me? Yes we own a home (so that only excludes the homeless), I have a car (it’s a Kia so this does not put me in any exclusive class), I have political views (and discussing politics is not often a pretty or friendly discussion), and I am married (and who really would this exclude, since a married person can be friends with a single, and visa versa). But do any of those categories create a circle? Nope. .

This has been a common thread in my life, I never belonged to any group, I never fit in. I truly am what Rudolph sings about “I am just a Misfit”. But at least Rudolph offered something unique (if not freakish) by having a glowing nose. I am still trying to figure out what my freakish qualities offer. Being different always ostracize an individual, they are always teased or mocked for their different views. Even if eventually appreciated for those differences, it is only when someone else needs that misfit-quality. Do you think Rudolph was included after leading the sleigh? He more likely would only be called on again when they have a foggy night. I know Rudolph is a story, but he does connect to reality too, this is reality for those who do not have the ability to follow the lemmings of life, possessing a different view on things that do not fit in.

Hole in my Heart.

Growing up I always felt I would not live past 30, it was not that I thought that was the end of life for people, or that it was old (my closest friends were residents of a nursing home that I volunteered at). I passed 40 a couple of years ago and have long thought about why I once felt I would not live past 30. I think I finally figured it out.

From the time I was little my parents would tell me they wished I was never born, that I ruined their lives, and they wished I were dead. As a child I figured maybe as a teen we would have a relationship, then as a teen I hoped maybe as an adult. When I became an adult that relationship still had yet to exist, at what point do you draw the line? After years of fighting to have some form of relationship with them I finally threw in the towel, I was 28 years old. I have had no contact with them since, it has been about 15 years now.

Parents, good or bad, are such an important part of every persons life that not having them can feel like a part of you has died, or is missing somehow. Perhaps because I never had a relationship with my parents, and fought to have something with them, yet failed, I think I knew early on that there would be an end to that struggle. And that end also felt in a way that I would not exist.

I observe the pain they continue to cause to those they still have contact with, along with anyone who dared step into their path, yet even with that, even with my childhood, even with them hating me, it still hurts. I see the love and connection others have with their families (even if it is strained at times), I envy that and my heart shatters.

Maybe it was” my death” at 28, or maybe it happened at birth? I will always have that pain, that loss, that hole in my heart.

How to NOT take pictures…

Inspired by someone I know who recently felt compelled to post a self-photograph in her bathroom.

I find it disturbing enough when I see teens take bathroom pictures, but worse yet when the person is nearly 50. (I am referring to the bathroom mirror self-photos, but anything else would surely be a whole other discussion that I care not to evaluate).

Note, the benefits of digital images is you can see them before exposing them to the world, you can edit them, you can take tons of images until you get it right, and you can delete what you do not like.

So I ask, why would an adult woman take a bathroom photo of her self, and not realize a bra is on full display behind her, a package of pads is on the counter, and an array of mess surrounds her? If she did not see this entering the bathroom before opting to take the picture, maybe she would notice it when she looked in the mirror, failing that.. did she look at the image before posting it on a social network site as her profile photo?

Mess aside, bathroom pictures are tacky at best.

I still can not get out of my head that an adult would take a bathroom photo, she has the entire house, or she can go outside of the house and take a nice photo, she could have someone else take it. There are many options. and again I refer back to the editing option, or was she proud of her messy bathroom, and the fact that she apparently has confused herself with a teenage girl?

Other photos that are disturbing… intimate photos. Be it kissing, fondling, or in bed.. if a person wants those photos, please keep them to yourself.. please do not share these with the world. I am happy that you are in a relationship, I just don’t need visual confirmation that you are intimate in that relationship… some things are meant to be private.

There was a benefit to film cameras, people were more selective about pictures they would take, and they were not easily able to share them with the entire world. I do love digital cameras, they are wonderful, but too many people are really obsessed with sharing every nanosecond in their lives. Cell phones are definitely a huge issue there, they can text their every nose-picking moment, as well as snap a shot of it and share it with everyone who really does not or should not care.

Ahh remember when phones were used for talking? When I tell someone I don’t have a cell phone, the look on their faces is just priceless. They are so baffled they will actually ask again. My brother asks me for my cell number every time I talk to him. He calls constantly, thinking I should be glued to my phone and can/will talk whenever wherever. When I talk to someone I like to dedicate that time and attention to them, that is why I am not available to talk on demand.

Speaking of the blur between communication and what people do now.. another photo issue I see often are the blurred photos. Again they are using digital images, if the picture sucks please delete it. Why on earth would anyone keep and or share blurry photos? Why would someone feel compelled to share a completely out of focus image?

I know I am completely out of touch with current times, I believe in giving people time and attention when talking to them, I believe in not posting every idiotic thought that crosses your mind, I believe when sharing images make sure they are not in a bathroom, not intimate, and not blurry.

But this disconnect, it is very telling of this current time. The more people can “connect” they further apart people become. There is so much indifference between people now, things are no longer personal. I never imagined things could become more selfish, but I definitely see that is the case, will it, can it, get worse?

Social Site Disease?

I was thinking about how I view social sites, they have become my own personal social experiment, as if I were visiting this planet and observing the human species.

Some of the things I have observed…

I see many people who post ramblings, and never respond to anything people comment. Why do they do that? Isn’t the point of posting to interact, or is it just to see how much feed back you can receive?

Some will post something that ONLY want praise on, if you do not praise what they posted, they delete your comment and or unfriend you. What a limited mindset?

Politics is a fascinating creature. Some people get personal and hateful when discussing opposing political points. I know people on both sides of the spectrum, and for those who disagree with me, we have come to an agreement to not discuss politics. If I see something political on their page, I avoid it, and they do the same on my page. But I welcome differing views, even if I disagree with that view-point, how else can we learn and understand one another if we fear discussing anything? And those who get hateful, that shows me their own limited mind-set.

I (obviously) get frustrated with social sites, but it fascinates me when I see someone post (threatening) they will leave that social site due to the behavior of others. If they have such an issue with another person remove them from your list, or “hide” them from your view (if they are say a relative or neighbor). But really this is just a cry for approval, for people to beg them to stay.. “oh please don’t go, we love you” (verbal stroking moments).

Yes everyone thrives to feel loved and wanted, but when does it become a barrier in our lives? When does it become a mental illness?

I wonder what condition is involved with those who feel pride in posting party pictures, and photos that surely will be a horrible embarrassment with in a few years. But what if they are not embarrassed by those pictures, surely there is something mentally wrong, right?

I am still in awe and amazement by people I knew in high school , who are still in contact and still get together on a constant basis (note it has been about a 1/4 century since high school). I am in awe by those who have gathered every single person they can find from high school to add to their list. When I receive invites, I actually ask, do you know who I am? When I don’t receive any response, my question has been answered. I see some of these people with 500 or more “friends”. Is that too perhaps some illness? Some neediness? Some ridiculous attachment to their youth, that they refuse to let go?

How long before there is a study on the social site disease?

Shallow Social Sites Sour Society

Maybe it is just me, but I have found social sites do not bring people together, quite the contrary.

Think about the constant contact people have (“need”) via cell phones, or via e-mail, or via instant-messanger… what was thought to bring the world/people closer seems to have caused more of a gorge between people.

Think about how when people would write a letter, because of the time it took to write, the cost of the stamp and the time it too to travel.. people put more time and effort, more thought in how they communicated.

Imagine if people today put time into what they say/shared? Imagine if they treated their texts like a letter, actually offering coherent & purposeful thoughts?

Think about how telephones once were, the additional expenses that limited when you could call, so you needed to make that time frame worthwhile.

Imagine if people respected other people’s’ time? Instead of being irked they did not answer their phone when they called.. how dare they? Yes I know people who have those issues, they sincerely think you should be able to contact people any time of day in any location, and you should be available when they want to talk.

Now people can be in contact constantly.. yet remain detached & indifferent. They post on social sites their every belch, and expect praise for it. They have hundreds of “friends”, but never actually interact. For many it is a form of “Fame”, to gather as many people as they can to their page, to get as much adoration.. and if you do not worship the way they wish they will eliminate you.

I was thrilled to be able to reconnect with lost relatives and people I lost contact with decades ago. But how often do I actually hear from any of them? Do any of them know me, or care to know me? If I dropped off the site, who would actually notice, or care?

I am sure you know those people from high school who (for some reason) feel they must have contact with every single person they can find who went to the same school. I went to three high schools, I have no strong attachment to any of them. When I look back at the one (in the area I spent the majority of my youth) I find it very difficult to find people I would actually want to have contact with. So many are either people I never had interaction with back then, some I am still envious of now, others have been a living train wreck. (Yes I will admit I envy others, and can find amusement on train wrecks.. I am not perfect, never claim to be, and don’t care to be).

Think about who your friends are. Why are they your friends? Is it because you have constant contact with them? Is it because they are great party buddies? Is it because they compliment, praise and agree with your every thought? Or are they people you can trust, you can ask a question and not just get a bobble-head response? Do they care about you, who you are and what is happening in your life? Do you really have several hundred of people you can call a friend? Or perhaps is it more like the number you can count on a hand, and have fingers to spare?

Here is a great example of the distance I have observed in social media. Only seeing your neighbors on Facebook, realizing their kids have grown, or that they were on vacation for 2 weeks. Yet they live next door. You could open a window and yell “Hello” to them, but instead we are so socially distant having contact with our neighbors is online only.

What has happened to society? Have we become so “connected” that we become indifferent?

Seems to me to be the perfect example of quantity does not equal quality. I would much prefer to have a handful of important people in my life.

So yes, I am not sold on the whole social obsession. I do not carry a cell phone. If I disagree with someone, I disagree with them. I refuse to be among the lemmings out there, following every fad, and getting sucked into the black hole of technology. Not to say there is not technology I do not like, because I do enjoy my computer and all the things it can do, I enjoy the internet and the vast source of information, I enjoy sharing & interacting with others, and I love the freedom digital photography has given me. But I refuse to allow my life to be controlled by a cell phone, twitter, or any other media shackle.

When will these fads end?? When can we get society back? When can people finally become reconnected again! ?

The Treasure of Age: Saying what you want.

I was thinking about older people, basically over 80, but it tends to start about 70, when people start developing that endearing quality. As people get older they develop the ability to say anything they want and it is considered precious, admirable, inspirational, etc.

  • Foul language becomes cute.
  • Yelling becoming precious
  • Sexual advances are seen as precious.
  • Being crotchety is expected, and an earned right.

Ahh the treasure of age, to be able to say and do what you want. It is a rite or passage, something earned for advance to older age. It does not matter who or what the person was in their younger years, so much of their past is forgiven or forgotten.

So I am practicing for my old age.. I will yell at kids to get off my yard and be that scary old lady!!! Maybe one day I can earn the title of the “witch lady”, where kids will fear me!

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