I feel out of place and out of time lately. I feel like Typographic Man in the Digital Age. I don’t text message anyone with my phone (actually I don’t have a phone, but I might get one soon!). I feel grateful when people do something kind for me. I like to walk or sit quietly. I like to read long books, listen to long music, and think long thoughts.
Yesterday I dropped a plate of goodies by the other Bluehost office (Orem Boulevard). I didn’t get one “thanks” or even a mention. That’s actually par for the course around here. It’s disturbing, but not surprising. I want to blame it on the “me” centered, entitled, spoiled rotten, you-owe-me, get-everything-I-want generation, but I think I’ll just leave it as ‘ungrateful’. No explanations necessary.
[Aside: Half my problems in life come from looking for explanations where there are none. Seeking explanations is a rationalist response, of course, but so much of this world, especially when it comes to dealing with other people, is irrational, or at least pre-rational. We decide to do things not because they’re rational, but because we feel like it.]
Still, it would have been nice to have someone say something… bah, I’ll get over it.
© 2008 Scott Wiersdorf