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the zombies have done a good job of taking over , in the eighties their were just a few with a brick...
AKA the "self defense phone". Seriously.
Yes people are communicating in new and different ways. OMG ZOMBIES! Please. Welcome to the 21st century, if you think this is bad just wait, its going to get weirder.
Remember my grandmother "When I was your age, we didn't call people on the phone-cause we didnt have phones!, we went and visited them!"
Im so glad I don't have to go visit and talk to people all the time. Love the text feature on the phone. But then again, i am living in current times and don't shock easily.
I prefer these new zombies looking at their pixelated heroin than those back in the day on heroin.
Just ignore them. The fake life lived within the virtual world gives them all the self-esteem they'll ever need so let them walk into traffic and remember that nature will bring things back into balance.
I prefer these new zombies looking at their pixelated heroin than those back in the day on heroin.
Just ignore them. The fake life lived within the virtual world gives them all the self-esteem they'll ever need so let them walk into traffic and remember that nature will bring things back into balance.
People always said that about me and reading books, that someday I'd be eaten by a manhole cover, or walk into traffic. Still alive!
Its definitely creating a multi generational problem of clods with poor social skills and the attention spans of gnats. Toddlers in adult bodies that need to be constantly distracted by music, games, gabbing, surfing the internet. Not to mention they have to have sippy cups of water, energy drinks, coolatas and coffee with them everywhere.
I am constantly amazed, as I arrive at work around 6 a.m., at seeing co-workers (walking to the building) yakking on their cell phone. Who are they talking to at 6 a.m.? My wife would kill me if I called her so early to ask "What are you up to?"
Ah, well, I am just an old nut in a world of new squirrels.
I prefer these new zombies looking at their pixelated heroin than those back in the day on heroin.
Just ignore them. The fake life lived within the virtual world gives them all the self-esteem they'll ever need so let them walk into traffic and remember that nature will bring things back into balance.
Except many of these zombies are the ones steering the cars in traffic, and they're not noticing that YOU are in their path.
We have a Trac Phone. We pay $20 every 3 months to keep it activated, and it adds another 60 minutes of available useage time to it. I think right now we have something like 10,000 minutes available. We use it when we're on vacation away from home, because that's when we only have one car, and one of us (me) invariably needs to pick the other one up (my spouse) from the golf course when he's finished his last round of beer at the 19th hole. He can use his friend's cell phone to call me, and if I don't freak out because I STILL can't figure out how to use the damned thing, I'll answer it and know to pick him up.
Our house phone isn't even portable. It's plugged into the wall. No phone or TV in the bedroom, no phone in the TV room or in the living room. Just one in the kitchen, and one in my office.
My house won't stop burning, if someone can call me on the phone to tell me it's on fire. I can find out when I get home - and if I'm not home, I HOPE they called 911 before they tried finding me. The fire department can do their job without me there (and probably a lot more efficiently if I'm not there).
If a relative is dead, they won't be any more or less dead if it takes an extra 3, 4, 10 hours to let me know. It's another thing that can wait.
If I'm driving on the highway, the last thing I'll want is someone to call me to tell me my husband's been rushed to the hospital and I should come right away. Every other driver on that highway will be thankful that I'm oblivious to that information, as well. I'll find out he's in his last moments of life when I get home and pick up my voice-mail, take half a Xanax, and then get to the hospital without panicking and possibly creating a traffic jam when my panic causes a 24-car pileup on I-91.
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