About 25 years ago a friend remarked, most indignantly, that standards dropped the day they allowed jeans into the Opera House. I think she was on to something.
For me, it was when the Personnel Officer became HR. Human Resources. It sounds like something from Planet of the Apes. It means that employees are no longer people, they become a number, creepy. But it goes further, our sport teams are no longer teams, they have become Franchises! Like Mugg & Bean. As such I presume they can be bought and sold.
Slowly, traces of human contact are being eroded. I titled this Virtual Friends because when I'm out driving, shopping, even walking I see sad people who have a cellphone stuck to the ear, or perhaps those entrail things that make them look as if they're talking to themselves. Perhaps they are. Do we really have to talk to a friend while walking into a shopping centre or negotiating a mountain pass? I think not and yet the scene in a comedy sketch recently where girls are sitting together at a table texting one another instead of actually talking doesn't seem too far fetched.
I hope there are enough sane people left to encourage a society with human contact, not the desensitised humans who have no sense of empathy for their fellow man and thus no remorse when they do him wrong.
The good news is that I know many people who won't be taking that dismal path and will always consider their fellow man, I like to think that we are the humankind of the future, just like the ones of the past, before they allowed jeans into the Opera House.
Oh sweet child of mine...
5 years ago
1 comment:
I agree. We do seem to be getting much more isolated than ever in the past. Have a wonderfull day.
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