…when pouring out my emotions of joy and frustration and sorrow was evident on the sheets of paper I carefully secured with a lock and put underneath my bed. The sheets of paper, filled with memories of my own attitude towards life. From the neat, cursive to jagged handwriting and the smell of rain and sun I brought along from outside my cocoon either in excitement or tears, it was evident on the sheets of paper I made sure nobody would find out. Whenever I was feeling on top of the world, up above all my troubles, I would flip through these written thoughts in seclusion and give them a smirk.
Now, everyone can be an open book for all to see, absolutely at one’s own discretion. Now, every word seems to matter more. It can make or break one’s attitude towards life, not only our own.
Gone are the days when possessing collectibles ranging from cassette tapes (not forgetting to mention the lyrics sheets that came along with them), CDs, VCDs, DVDs, cards, photo books, posters was the current trend I was proud of being obsessed about. Sometimes I got frustrated when loops developed in the cassette and I had to loosen or tighten the tapes by risking my index finger to become slightly marred. Easily, one glance at one’s bedroom (and one’s index finger) and there was no secret to the kind of music or entertainment genres one was into. Identity was so often associated with hobbies and interests that people forgot they were so much likely to be the source of influence themselves.
Now, songs and lyrics can be streamed online and wallpapers of our favorite artistes are accessible at the touch of our fingers. Now, frustration solely arises from the fact that dial-up connection still exists in many households. My goodness, I’m not revealing too much of my identity, aren’t I?
Gone are the days when kitchen play-sets and doll houses were all I wanted for Christmas (and, well, any other occasions) which I fought for so hard my tears had morphed into facial features. One time I had an accident while playing with my cousin who was suddenly cycling at speed towards me and I was quietly standing there in shock, the rest was history. In a group, I remembered having to rack my brain for conversational topics where awkward silence was really awkward. Human connections were still deemed as superior to technology which formed the bridge of our interactions with people.
Now, every child gets an iPad through feigned bawling and tiny acts of rebellion. Now, the terrible accident happens when we delete the game app we have climbed hard to the top in by mistake. Now, technology forms the foundation for human interactions and a safe haven when we run out of topics to discuss.
Hmm, I’ve got nothing else to say. Let me go back to my smartphone.
Gone are the days when nostalgic posts on WordPress caught many attentions (read as: likes) from the readers but you are so welcomed to prove me wrong.
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