With the Pre-Internet World having been Eden, anything prefixed with an ‘i’ the serpent, and every human logged on as Adam and Eve…
Think about it… the more you are on the Internet, the further away you are away from any sense of serenity. Because, you find yourself unable to be alone, as such a state is perceived in your mind as loneliness rather than solitude. Watch anyone sitting in a cafe on their own- they aren’t on their own. They’re ‘connected’. You do realize this word is one of the most ironic and oxymoronic jokes of ‘modern times’ when referring to technology?
I mean, connecting to someone B.I. (Before Internet) was a very physical activity- the body language, the eye contact, the things that weren’t said, but intuitively understood. When 90% of human interaction is body language, how the hell do you really believe you ‘connect’ to others on the Internet? Have emoticons replaced our emotions? And if so, does that mean we’ve become a 2.0 version of the Tin Man?
But perhaps the greatest gift that we enjoyed in the Pre-Internet Eden that’s been taken away from us is anticipation. B.I. we had to wait- yet just like the most emotionally heightened moment of a vacation isn’t the vacation itself, but the period when you are preparing to travel and imagine all the adventures that might come upon you, the best moment of opening a mailbox was anticipating a letter from someone.
The best moment of the house phone ringing was hoping it was ‘him’ on the phone. The best moment about TV was running home to catch that great movie you just had to see and cleared your schedule so as not to miss it. And because we all saw it at the same time, the post day gossip about what happened on the show added more fun to school or the office.
The iNstant has become extinct. There’s nothing you can’t get now, watch now—there’s no room to miss anyone either, because they can be out, but still at home on your laptop or mobile. It’s even made us less patient and unable to delay gratification as a race.
We’ve learned that we don’t have to wait, but how many really enjoy having lost the imposition of waiting? When you know you can get something, how much do you really want it. Especially if part of the value of anything sought after is the effort it takes to get it?
Time’s used to be a people’s currency—today, people are time’s currency. We don’t clock time, it clocks us.
I’d write more, but I fear your patience and attention span has already been lured away by that red blotch on facebook notifying you of something you can’t wait to check out. If you got this far already, in a Post-Internet World, I’ve won at least one battle.