Texting Through the Ages
Anybody seen that TV commercial about the guy who has irreparable brain damage because he's texting while driving? He has a slur and he's lost the use of one side of his body and he says, looking straight into the camera: I want to give up so bad, but I can't.
The first time I saw this it freaked me out so much I had to leave the room. Mostly because it's talking right at me. The person with zero patience reeling down the highway with a kid and a dog in the back, having a text conversation about God knows what with only God knows who.
IT CAN WAIT, is the slogan on the ad. But is there a way to wait when it comes to that kind of writing? Texts and Facebook and Twitter? Aren't they meant to be written in a blaze of hilarity, anxiety, demand?
What if the only texts we ever wrote were deep and profound and poetic?
What if you only wrote them when you were in a state of quiet, steady perseverance and even-tempered care?
Here's an idea: Write a text message to your great great grandchild. You'll be gone by the time they are born but if you could speak to them and tell them something important about life and how to live it, what would it be? Have fun and share here. And don't write it while you're driving!