So the last few days I’ve been watching some classic late 90s / early 2000s films.
It’s like getting hit by a freight train of nostalgia when you think that we did things like wait to record a song on cassette tape.
Or like when you had to choose which VHS tape you were going to tape over to catch something new.
What about when you went into a coffee shop and grabbed a drink and sat with your friends and there was nothing but a good time, giggles and catch up after school was let out for whatever.
I miss the days where you’d go to a cinema while you’d happily pay for the over priced snacks too…
But when went to grab your seat. There weren’t endless amounts of glow-y sadness rectangles lit up.
Maybe a little chitter chatter before the film started but as soon as the lights darkened. You were absorbed and present. Your ass was glued to that seat. Waiting.
We never rushed. We just embraced that period of time where we were sucked into the story.
What happened to that?
We’re always on but never present. We’re reactive to everything but never romantic about anything else.
Stop to smell the roses? Na. I’d rather scroll Instagram for a few minutes.
Do you ever slow down and turn yourself off from this always on world. Or are you addicted to chasing the next notification of dopamine?
Genuinely interested in finding out because there more I observe. The more I realise we’re all slowly going insane because of everything around us.
Stephen Walker.