Thursday morning I was on the road for a change of pace work-wise and made the drive out to Cambridge, NY for the first time in almost twenty years, solo. By the time I was on Route 40, I was wishing that I was sitting in the passenger seat because the scenery was amazing. There were no Spring buds, but still a pleasure to take in. It must have rained overnight because the dew on the brown grass just looked, I don’t know, perfect. It’s hard to describe what I thought as I drove those winding roads. I love old farm houses and dream of having acres to explore; not exactly ideal for someone who is also looking to stay in downtown Troy.
I browsed the General Store and admired some work at their local art co-op. And after my scheduled meeting at the bookstore, I decided to grab a bite to eat at The Round House Bakery Cafe. I was pleasantly surprised that their veggie chili was vegan, so I ordered a bowl and a hunk of baguette and took a seat near the window. I chimed in as some artwork was being hung and listened in as a couple entered and placed their order.
This woman and (who I’m assuming was her) husband sat at the table next to me and were probably in their late fifties, early sixties. They each had ordered something caffeinated and hers had quite the pile of foam on top- but nothing in my book to write home about. She immediately took her cell phone out and pulled the beverage in a way that I knew she was taking a photograph. She then pulled the centerpiece of fresh grass closer, arranging the perfect shot. “Could you just move out of the photo,” she not-so-nicely snapped at her husband.
And then it clicked. I was disgusted to be honest. Why on Earth is this woman taking a photograph of that cup of coffee? I thought and then she answered me unknowingly: “two likes already!” I drove home in silence and didn’t even use my phone for directions (or as a clock).
I’ve been having a hard time with technology lately. I don’t want to use social media as much as I do, but have to with work. I don’t want to check my email before I go to bed/when I immediately get up, but it’s become such a habit. So much so, that I’ve been voicing my concerns about owning a smartphone. I’ve even stopped taking photographs with my iPhone, which is sad because I love having photographs to look back at, but I’m making an effort of not always having my phone glued to my palm. I’ve been a horrible friend and don’t text back as quickly as I should; I reply in my head and move on for days until I realize I never actually responded. I miss talking in person- I miss seeing my friends, some on a daily basis, and would rather catch-up in person.
Am I the only one feeling overwhelmed by the amount of technology in our lives? Do you feel like there’s so much of it that as a society we can no longer separate work from non-work? And that we are becoming quite lazy/no longer learning skills that other generations have? Don’t get me wrong, the Internet has a slew of useful information but really, who cares that you drank that frothy cup of coffee?