Boris Bajic
Guest
Awful for the friends and relatives of the victim. That's a nightmare I want to avoid. And a thought that keeps occurring....
It is weird how we have 'developed' into a society who cannot wait. I often comment on how cycling was just as safe before anyone wore a helmet...
Similarly, we all felt just as connected with our social and professional contacts before we were able to exchange inanities with them while doing the shopping, driving the car or weeding the garden.
What is it that conditions us to grab a 'phone as soon as we hear an incoming call or text?
In twenty years, I've yet to miss a call saying that there's a dinosaur on the loose half a mile ahead and it'll eat me and my car unless I turn round at once. That would be the call I'd want to pick up. The only calls I miss while driving are about swimming lessons or pasta sauce or tiles for the bathroom. Life, ultimately, is not as exciting as the brochure makes out.
And calls about life tend to be less exciting again.
I don't want to cheapen a thread about a terrible personal tragedy for those involved, but it does stagger me that as a society we seem disinclined to question why we feel that need to respond immediately to probable telephonic inanity.
A joy I am trying to get into is that of letting my 'phone ring out. As the father of three teens, it is one I rarely witness other members of my family enjoying. We ban phones at the meal table and other family places, but when one buzzes invisibly in a pocket the owner looks as if they are about to explode because they can't answer it.
Sorry, that's the end of my musings for now.
It is weird how we have 'developed' into a society who cannot wait. I often comment on how cycling was just as safe before anyone wore a helmet...
Similarly, we all felt just as connected with our social and professional contacts before we were able to exchange inanities with them while doing the shopping, driving the car or weeding the garden.
What is it that conditions us to grab a 'phone as soon as we hear an incoming call or text?
In twenty years, I've yet to miss a call saying that there's a dinosaur on the loose half a mile ahead and it'll eat me and my car unless I turn round at once. That would be the call I'd want to pick up. The only calls I miss while driving are about swimming lessons or pasta sauce or tiles for the bathroom. Life, ultimately, is not as exciting as the brochure makes out.
And calls about life tend to be less exciting again.
I don't want to cheapen a thread about a terrible personal tragedy for those involved, but it does stagger me that as a society we seem disinclined to question why we feel that need to respond immediately to probable telephonic inanity.
A joy I am trying to get into is that of letting my 'phone ring out. As the father of three teens, it is one I rarely witness other members of my family enjoying. We ban phones at the meal table and other family places, but when one buzzes invisibly in a pocket the owner looks as if they are about to explode because they can't answer it.
Sorry, that's the end of my musings for now.