Most
of the time, I like other people. I enjoy pictures of other people’s dogs and
cats and babies and grandchildren and vacations. I’ve always enjoyed personal
peeks into other people’s lives.
When
I was a kid, my family made two treks a year to a Christmas tree farm run by
country friends, the first time to choose and claim our tree, the second time
to cut it and bring it home – but not until after we spent a good portion of the day enjoying hot cocoa and
holiday cookies and a slide show (or was it home movies?) of the friends’
summer vacation. I loved those images of the other family's life, and we
made that second trek knowing and anticipating the entertainment that would be
part of the day’s agenda. We were not kidnapped by it.
A
couple friends and I used to get together in spring and fall to hike trails,
have lunch, and catch up on one another’s lives. The catching-up often involved
small photo albums. That was fun, too.
In
an earlier era, not all that long ago, two people might meet and pull snapshots
out of their billfolds to show one another. Fair enough. Nice! Cute kid! Or dog
or cat or whatever.
But
now, omigod, the ubiquitous so-called “smart” phones are in everyone’s hands –
or on the restaurant table right beside the soup spoon – and there is no way to
hold the attention of friend or stranger or family member when a phone demands
to be given priority. “Just a minute. I have to take this.” Laughter. “Listen
to this!” A text message is read aloud to you, from someone you have never met
and very likely will never meet. The recipient finds it hilarious. You, not so
much. Recipient must respond. You wait.
If
the person you have met for this long-awaited lunch had only brought a handful
of photographs, you might browse through the pictures while being put on live
call-waiting, but no! Because the pictures, too, are now on the phone! And they are not
arranged for easy access (they could be, but do you know a single person who has
taken the trouble?), and you cannot take them in your own hands, but -- when at
last your friend is at liberty to attend to your presence once more -- you must
sit or stand patiently during a seemingly endless session of swipe, swipe,
swipe
– “No, that’s not it” – swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe.
I
love my friends! I love my family! I’m often interested in strangers I meet!
But am I the only one who often feels like a hapless hostage to other people’s
phones? I’m here! Look at me! Talk to me!
