To be or maybe?
I try not to be too critical or judgmental of a person in either written or verbal words, but on rare occasions I suffer from head rants. Yes, certain topics, events, clothing and expressions will trigger the result of “what was he or she thinking.” My latest rant is aimed directly at my friend Helene. Through the years our friendship has endured. Doesn’t sound very glowing in description and yet endearing circumstances have rendered our own brand of assisted and supportive living. Helene and I like the same books, movies, restaurants. I admire her Husband and she sometimes respects my choice of men whether in friendship or romantic relationships. Our Children and Grandchildren do more than get along. We often reflect on our past, savor today, and project on what our future might bring. But my latest head rant is, “someone please hide Helene’s iPhone.” Her recent behavior is reminiscent of my growing up years and my Father’s purchase of his very first movie camera. That purchase resulted in a developed family phobia. You always had to remember to close the bathroom door behind you when applying a cosmetic facial mask. You thought twice about adding that extra helping of mashed potatoes, and you always remembered to fight back the tears when the gravy seeped through the perfectly aligned potato scoop on your dinner plate. Although there were no apparent sounds on those old time movie cameras but the visual peals of laughter were recorded on my repeated residence on Baltic and Oriental Avenues on the Monopoly board and once too often joy was reflected as I was the last one standing with the OLD MAID card. All of these moments were the advance prep of our living room holiday entertainment. After the projector set up, my Father would pronounce…” just wait and see the funny situations I filmed this year.” During my teenage years these presentations could have been titled Embarrassment Run Amuk.
Fast forward to this year as my friend, Helene upgraded her communication to the latest sophisticated iPhone and increased type of service. We used to be able to say that Helene was never at a loss for words…now her proclamation of iPhone benefits include her Face Book and Twitter frenzy, camera phobia, texting and Emailing on the spot , and blogging where no man or woman has ever gone before now .…we think. If NSA was recruiting they would have a qualified applicant in Helene.. Her anthem could be “there is no business like show business.” Every action, meaningful contact, and app is privy to the display on her iPhone. All of her friends and family members are now following certain patterns of behavior …we try never to wear mismatched clothing…never use profanity if Helen’s phone is in close distance…silently pray that an accidental “butt call” will not result in hurt feelings of disclosures of tales unknown. When I express concern over what I find addictive attachment to a techy possession, Helene just shrugs and states that she is our link to the future. Maybe she is right.