When it comes to plans and how you treat people, do you think that all of this comes down to a generalized fear of missing out (particularly the social media saturated world that we are living in) or is it just general disregard?
Another heavy issue?
Now, I was born in the 80s and raised in the 90s. I’m a true 80s baby/90s child/teen. Unlike those born in the 90s who glom on to all of our pop culture. We were there. We lived it. And we lived without…just some general things. As a certain type of family, we didn’t even have a home phone when I was a very young child (at least 5 and under). I know others did. That’s not what I’m speaking of. I’m speaking of how children now seem to come out of the womb with an ipad attached to their hands, knowing more about apps than I’ll ever know about appetizers.
Any who, the way that the younger generation, and even those closer to my age currently make plans seems a bit bs to me lately. I mean, growing up, things weren’t set in stone. Yes, I’m on the autism spectrum, yes this influences the fact that I have a thing for plans, but I can bend, a bit. However, when we were younger it was definitely a “thing” to make plans. You got on a landline or a payphone and hoped the other person was home or that their parents or younger brother (yeah, right!) would take down a message letting them know that you called and wanted to hangout.
Now a days, it’s more like a series of messages sent through some type of satellite, via either text or social networking that is basically gouging if you are fun/cool/better than the other person’s established plans or maybe if they can fit you into those plans. I get spontaneity. I don’t expect people to drop everything for me. However, if you’ve contacted everyone you are thinking of hanging with and get a no or a maybe and then start hanging with me, well, that seems like a sign that I’m now your friend that you are hanging with. Maybe I’m wrong, who knows.
I must say that I love Asis Ansari’s bit on this though. So, lately, I try to make plans further in advance, if I actually want them to stick. If they are random, I expect nothing. But if someone is being random, don’t abandon those who picked up the slack. I’m fine with being alone, but not after you drag me into your drama. That’s all I’m saying.
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