Not
too long ago my two youngest daughters were complaining about their brothers and
pointed out several things.
When
my girls were young they played house, they ran and played outside. They made
up games and entertained themselves for hours. While I’ll admit they got into a
lot of trouble and scraps, they also learned a few things. Like closet shelves
aren’t meant to hold that much weight. They also understood compromise.
Playing
house none of them wanted to be the daddy. (They are girls after all.) And none
wanted to be the baby. (I think it’s rather telling that my oldest always
wanted to be a teenager, my middle daughter was always the mom and my youngest
was either a dog or a cat.) So they had to negotiate, either house meant no
daddy or baby or they took turns with the dreaded parts. Then my oldest son
came along. While he couldn’t walk, they had a real baby to play with, as long
as mom was nearby. When he could walk, he was elevated to the part of ‘daddy’,
though he can’t remember any of it.
By
the time my older boy was three, my girls had out grown playing house. They
still spent time outside, but the imagining together stopped, gradually
replaced by emersion in good books, emulating me.
I
got my first computer when my youngest daughter was a baby, but I bought my
first internet capable one when I was pregnant with my oldest son so my boys
have never lived in a house without internet access.
Needless
to say, they’re wired. Even my older son, who can and does read for pleasure
and can write fiction, spends way too much time plugged in. Even time with
friends includes computers.
I
recently read a “The Kill Zone” blog post by James Scott Bell, in which he
quoted Ray Bradbury. The article compared the horrors Bradbury saw as the
decline of civilization, the mindless pumping of stimulation, music, into one’s
mind without having to think or interact with anyone. Bell wondered what
Bradbury would think of our world today, populated by people mindlessly on
their tech and not interacting with anyone around them. I’ve also seen pictures
tagged “The zombie apocalypse is here”, and it showed a group of people walking
down the street while fully engrossed in their screens.
A
decade ago when I had to go anywhere and sit and wait for an appointment I
might see a few people reading a magazine or the rare book, but that didn’t
deter conversations. Occasionally someone would have a phone and they might be
in constant banter with someone who wasn’t there, but that was about it.
Nowadays
when I have to wait somewhere it’s possible to have a whole waiting room full
of people, even kids, so engrossed in their screens they don’t even realize
what’s going on around them. Someone actually reading a book is rare and that
includes the fact my daughters generally have a book with them. I’ve heard of
people texting each other when they’re sitting side by side, or sitting in a
restaurant texting other people instead of talking to their dinner companions.
We’re
being overrun. In my house we have six laptops, three smartphones and one
tablet for just six people. (I’ll admit I own the most, a laptop, a smartphone
and the tablet.)
That’s
the true apocalypse. Let’s put down the screens and engage, communicate,
interact! Now! Stop the zombie take over!
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