or any other place for that matter…
this is what I’m doing while you’re not looking:
I’m watching you.
And your peculiar public habits.
You sat down next to me and you pulled out your phone.
You texted a bit.
Then you set it down on the table.
Then you pulled out your laptop and plugged in.
And checked your mail.
Then you pulled out your kindle.
And read a bit.
Then you checked your E-trade stock quotes.
Yes, I noticed.
Then you pulled out a folded up section of newspaper and placed near the laptop.
And for the next 30 minutes, you alternated between kindle, phone, laptop and paper.
The only thing I hadn’t noticed was you drinking your hot beverage. I think maybe you bought it just so you wouldn’t be caught loitering.
All this is actually kind of funny (to me anyway) because that you must be at least 10 years older than I and you are so technologically hip.
This is what my table looked like next to yours (my nice big reclaimed wood table with plenty of S-P-A-C-E to stretch out. Yes, I AM a table hog when I’m doing art):
Very, very low-tech.
And this is what I was doing while you were consulting your technology gods:
Yes, yes, I realize we are not much different, you and I. We are still in our own little worlds, wrapped up in ourselves, not actually connecting on any sort of human level.
But I’m okay with that.
By the way, Jim…this is my response to your post, Brilliant Behind The Keyboard. I realized…I don’t necessarily think anyone WANTS to have warm face-to-face contact these days. But that actually might be all right with some of us.
As as aside, this is what I wrote on his blog post:
I do have lots of acquaintances, and I can talk to just about anyone, just about any time, just about anything, but getting anyone to meet me for coffee is just about IMPOSSIBLE. I have lots of verbal communication abilities, not just written word communication, due to my experience in the courtroom (talking to people is EASY compared to testifying in court on a DNA case), giving laboratory tours and teaching medical school residents (some lab techniques).
I find that OTHER people are shallow, mostly use trite phrases, or seem bored or miserable with life and neither one is great conversation kindling, you know? Or they are usually not approachable because they have their head glued to an electronic gadget when they are out.
I think some of us would prefer keeping to ourselves and our thoughts rather than expending energy trying to get to know shallow people. But (maybe) that’s just my experience.
I have a LOT of diverse things to talk about…but can’t find anyone who cares to listen.
I ask a LOT of people out for coffee. The only one that met with me was my dental hygienist, who really is quite knowledgeable about dentistry.
I mean, I used to lament this phenomenon ALL the time. I used to go out by myself and feel lonely. I used to ask people I met out for coffee, but they were always too busy.
I really don’t mind anymore.
I watch and write about people.
Like the guy from Potbelly’s who sings me the blues.
This time, I was thinking of a friend of mine, B from Tennessee. I was thinking of dreamers (myself and my middle daughter, who is a lot like me). I was thinking about Electronic Gadget Lady and I was thinking of Hugh Laurie too. Earlier yesterday I was cleaning my art studio and was listening to his song Tipitina.
Specifically I was thinking of two lines,
“you had your belly full o’ gin”
“Tipitina Tra La La”
Guess which one made it onto the page?
No, not the gin line, silly. Go back and look at the picture.
People are all right to talk to. But you know what? If I sat and talked to Electronic Gadget Lady (and yes, I DID think about it, briefly), I would not have felt half as warm and fuzzy as I did drawing and thinking on my own.
So…if you see me at Starbucks…with my pens, drawing pads or notepads, say “hello” or ask me what I’m doing. I WILL talk to you if you do.
(or write about you if you don’t. ;))
Well Loberta, Well Loberta
Girl, can’t you hear me callin’ you
Well you’re three times seven, baby
You know just what you gotta do
Well Loberta, well Loberta
Girl, you tell me where you been
When you come home this mornin’
You had your belly full o’ gin
Well I’ll say hurry, hurry, Loberta
Girl, you got company waiting you at home
Why don’t you hurry little Loberta
Don’t leave that boy alone
Yeah, Tipitina tra la la la
Tipitina tra la la
Tipitina hoola walla malla dolla
Tipitina tra la la