A Rookie Mistake

I’ve been in Brooklyn for the past 48 hours, and it’s funny how time moves differently. Actually life moves differently here. Everyone has moved from Bushwick to Prospect Park.

Going to Brooklyn is always a quest to slay the dragon. I couldn’t live it every day, too exhausting; it breathes stinking hot fire, but always at the end you’re winning. I wouldn’t trade these trips for anything.  But even before I rode that 4 train downtown I had made a mistake that I ended up regretting the rest of the trip.

I didn’t bring my computer. The worse part is, I had thought about it. I had actually debated it before I left, the pros and cons. I decided against taking it and that was a decision I regretted on and off the rest of the weekend. Suddenly, found without a computer comes the crazy writing urge. Funny how it bubbles up when it’s the least accessible and then, sometimes when I have the easiest access, everything inside is still. I’ll have to investigate.

Anyways, this weekend between friends houses, I struggled with ipads, itouch, the whole lot. I admit to being completely outdated with technology, and at only 24 how sad. Actually, funny story: last night while sharing a gypsy cab with a group of hipsters looking to dance,  a kid named Leo congratulated me on being the only person he knew who didn’t have a smartphone. Conversations like that. Anyways, it’s proof of my phobia of technology, which made it impossible to write earlier. I’ve kind of been waiting for this.  I needed to get on. Once a day, I kept thinking.

My adherence to technology is really part of a larger problem. I generally don’t relate to many of the cultural practices that are the norm for my generation. I call it “plugged in”. It comes in lots of forms. Commonly identified by staring absently at a tv screen, texting instead of really talking to your friends, two people sitting together paying more attention to their phones than each other.

I don’t understand it, and I don’t think I really approve of it. But then I guess this blog itself is just another symptom; so how can I hate it when its such a significant part of our lives?