more shallow

Pretty German cows.
Pretty German cows.

I remember a time in my life when my mother thought I was spending way too much time on a landline phone with various female potential romances of mine.  It seemed like a very impersonal way to communicate with someone to her. She might have been right, even though it should be noted that I literally “cold called” my first girlfriend to ask her out. To that day, I had actually never directly spoken to her in person. 

Besides the fact I spend way less time courting women via landline phone these days, a lot of things seem to have gotten a lot more shallow in my life. Maybe in our lives, assuming I am not the only one who feels this way. 

I certainly spend less time on the phone. Everything is an iMessage now. Or an app.

Even my formerly technophobic mother makes all her calls to me via Facetime. We’re still trying to teach her to not answer Facetime video calls when walking out of the Sauna. And by we, I mean me.  

Social media is everywhere. A quick check of Facebook here, a tweet there, Instagram this and such…the list goes on. 

I read fewer books and newspapers now, but probably consume way more information in aggregate via the web and podcasts. Sadly, I know to retain much less information.

I sort of used to speak four languages. Now I speak 1 1/2. 

Meetings come and go. There are too many of those, too. Sometimes at the end of the day, I don’t even remember all the meetings I had.

Between my various email accounts, I probably get 300 emails per day. Mostly that’s my fault, nobody forced me to make “running an online community” a hobby. 

My life seems more shallow now than ever before. Most days I am perfectly ok with such. Most days I don’t even recognize. 

Then every once in a while I look back, and I recognize that somehow  my life has gotten to have a whole lot less depth, not more. 

I shouldn’t be ok with that.

Why am I?

Maybe I need to get a landline phone again.