When I was a kid…
I hate to sound like a grandma here, but when I was a young girl….we didn’t have texting, Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, or the IPhone. And if you had a cell phone you were damn lucky or rich. As a teenager I wasn’t constantly connected to the outside world. Moreover, the nature of romantic relationships my peers engaged in were not solidified by a “status” on a social networking website.
When I was a kid there was one family computer that everyone shared. There were a few exciting things you could do online. Send emails, send e-cards, or go on Ebay.
If my friend’s wanted to get a hold of me they called my house phone, and asked my parents to speak to me. If I wasn’t home then they couldn’t find me. There was no Facebook or Twitter status to establish my whereabouts. No cell phone number where I could be reached. The communication train started and ended with my home telephone.
Almost every time I log into my Facebook account I see people on my friends list who change their relationship status like underwear, and status updates that let me know all the little details of their love life.
Let’s put it this way, I know too much about your relationship, marriage, fuck-buddy, and/or random hook up. I know how destroyed you are over that guy who dumped you last week. I know how much you hate being single. I know how pissed you are at your boyfriend right now. I know these things because you told me via the Facebook.
Growing up my friends and family knew what was going on in my life because I did something wild and crazy…I told them face to face. There was no middle man. When my high school boyfriend broke up with me my friends found out because they saw me blubbering like an idiot in the cafeteria NOT because my relationship status changed on my Facebook page.
I love most of the new technology available to us today. I especially love my Ipod touch with all my heart and soul. However, sometimes I miss the days where status, and friends weren’t defined by social networking sites. Back in my day you knew who gave a shit about your life because they took the time walk right up to you, and ask what was up.
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