Living in the 21st Century

If anyone had told me 50 years ago what it would be like in the 21st century, I would have thought that person delusional. It’s only when I look back and compare happenings of my youth with what transpires today that I realize how very much things have changed, I guess for the better though sometimes I wonder.

Before the advent of the computer, I wrote in long hand to the great dismay of many. Or I used a typewriter. Using the old Underwood always proved frustrating inasmuch as I was not only a poor typist but mechanically challenged as well. I never could figure out how to change the ribbon, and I hated having to edit my writing. Using corrective tape or white-out was too obvious . Making corrections on my Dell is a whole lot easier.

And how nice to stay in touch with friends and family through the internet. I no longe have to go to the post office, buy stamps and then wait days for a response. I can communicate almost instantly online even when my correspondents live in California or Israel. The downside is that, in just a few months after purchase, my pc becomes obsolete and sells for half the price I paid for it. My car doesn’t depreciate as fast.

I am proud of myself, because, unlike some folks I know, I drink my morning coffee BEFORE I check to see if I have any emails. I must admit that I do check my message box frequently. I wouldn’t want to miss any of the hundreds of jokes I keep receiving.

Most people these days are computer literate. I can understand why those who aren’t envy those of us who receive pictures and even videos complete with sound from our kids on a regular basis. And how about that cell phone for keeping in touch no matter where we go? These came with certain disadvantages however. We have to remember to turn them off when at an event at which it might be considered an affront were they to ring. And we mustn’t forget to recharge them before they die. There is nothing as useless as a dead cell phone. These are small inconveniences however compared to the advantages. Or so I’ve been told.

And, though it feels odd, these days, I leave home with only a little cash. Some age advantaged friends told me that cash is out: credit cards are in. Especially the kind that give frequent flyer miles which you’re lucky if you can actually use. The problem comes when I am in a long line at the grocery store and can’t find the card. I hate it when the person behinds me either sniffs at my incompetence or gives me a dirty look. I want to say “you’ll be age advantaged one of these days, too.” But I don’t. I just put on a sheepish smile and hope I don’t run into that person again.

Sometimes, I get nostalgic for the old days, remembering how nice and easy things used to be. Then I’m treated to a 4 way phone conversation with my far away kids, and once again I know I’m lucky to be living in the 21st century.




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