Whatever Happened to Doing Things Like a Human?

[Lewie London]

Lemme get this straight, once upon a time, yeah, you’d clock someone sittin’ in the park with a sketchpad, feet up, not a care in the world except maybe which biscuit to dunk next. Now? You so much as pull out any piece of paper in public and someone thinks you’ve escaped from a mindfulness retreat. Used to be we did things. Proper things. Wrote letters, read words longer than four syllables, spoke to mates without it bein’ some digital hostage negotiation done in twenty text bubbles and four “yo, u there?” pings.

 

Now it’s all eyes glued to glass screens, doom scrollin', suckin’ in rubbish like pigeons round a dropped bag of crisps. Mate’s havin’ an existential breakdown? Don’t ring him. Nah, just send a sad-face emoji and tag him in a meme about trauma bonding. Sorted. Journals? Nah bruv, it’s “content creation and social media monetization” now just record yourself scribblin’ thoughts next to a candle, colored mood lighting hitting your back wall and some fake ferns while whisperin’ affirmations like a budget monk in a Westfield loo cause everyone is an "influencer building their own personal brand" now, innit. 

 

Used to go down the pub and argue about footy with some bloke who smelled like pickled eggs. Now it’s just TikTok soundbites and reels by absolute wrong’uns with usernames like “TruthSeeker69” and a filter that makes ’em look like a cartoon lizard. Nobody remembers anything either. You ask someone for directions now and they stare at you like you’ve just asked how to reinvent fire. “Use the map app, matey” they say, like it’s some magic spell passed down through ancient tech wizards.

 

And hobbies? What bloody hobbies? Build a shed? Paint a thing? Learn guitar? Nah, they’d rather pay £60 for a bean-shaped plushie that “heals your inner child” because Sharon from YouTube said it changed her aura. It’s like the whole planet’s gone soft in the head, buzzin’ off brain rot and dopamine squirts every time their phone pings.

 

Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book. Not for the ’Gram, not for some ‘grounding’ exercise. Just to remember what it felt like to be a human and not bein' just another walking screen with legs.

[newbee2022]

7 minutes ago, Lewie London said:

Lemme get this straight, once upon a time, yeah, you’d clock someone sittin’ in the park with a sketchpad, feet up, not a care in the world except maybe which biscuit to dunk next. Now? You so much as pull out any piece of paper in public and someone thinks you’ve escaped from a mindfulness retreat. Used to be we did things. Proper things. Wrote letters, read words longer than four syllables, spoke to mates without it bein’ some digital hostage negotiation done in twenty text bubbles and four “yo, u there?” pings.

 

Now it’s all eyes glued to glass screens, doom scrollin', suckin’ in rubbish like pigeons round a dropped bag of crisps. Mate’s havin’ an existential breakdown? Don’t ring him. Nah, just send a sad-face emoji and tag him in a meme about trauma bonding. Sorted. Journals? Nah bruv, it’s “content creation and social media monetization” now just record yourself scribblin’ thoughts next to a candle, colored mood lighting hitting your back wall and some fake ferns while whisperin’ affirmations like a budget monk in a Westfield loo cause everyone is an "influencer building their own personal brand" now, innit. 

 

Used to go down the pub and argue about footy with some bloke who smelled like pickled eggs. Now it’s just TikTok soundbites and reels by absolute wrong’uns with usernames like “TruthSeeker69” and a filter that makes ’em look like a cartoon lizard. Nobody remembers anything either. You ask someone for directions now and they stare at you like you’ve just asked how to reinvent fire. “Use the map app, matey” they say, like it’s some magic spell passed down through ancient tech wizards.

 

And hobbies? What bloody hobbies? Build a shed? Paint a thing? Learn guitar? Nah, they’d rather pay £60 for a bean-shaped plushie that “heals your inner child” because Sharon from YouTube said it changed her aura. It’s like the whole planet’s gone soft in the head, buzzin’ off brain rot and dopamine squirts every time their phone pings.

 

Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book. Not for the ’Gram, not for some ‘grounding’ exercise. Just to remember what it felt like to be a human and not bein' just another walking screen with legs.

How true. ❤️

Many times you can see young ones at a table, not talking to each other but having their meals and watching/scrolling their phones separately. From time to time they showing each other their phone with a new exciting reel or TikTok vid. Pathetic, but reality. Modern kind of communication?

I doubt it. More a downturn of culture and values.

[BritManToo]

32 minutes ago, Lewie London said:

Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book. Not for the ’Gram, not for some ‘grounding’ exercise. Just to remember what it felt like to be a human and not bein' just another walking screen with legs.

Reading and writing is not a normal human activity, maybe time to whittle a spear and start knapping a spearhead from flint.

[ThreeCardMonte]

36 minutes ago, Lewie London said:

Lemme get this straight, once upon a time, yeah, you’d clock someone sittin’ in the park with a sketchpad, feet up, not a care in the world except maybe which biscuit to dunk next. Now? You so much as pull out any piece of paper in public and someone thinks you’ve escaped from a mindfulness retreat. Used to be we did things. Proper things. Wrote letters, read words longer than four syllables, spoke to mates without it bein’ some digital hostage negotiation done in twenty text bubbles and four “yo, u there?” pings.

 

Now it’s all eyes glued to glass screens, doom scrollin', suckin’ in rubbish like pigeons round a dropped bag of crisps. Mate’s havin’ an existential breakdown? Don’t ring him. Nah, just send a sad-face emoji and tag him in a meme about trauma bonding. Sorted. Journals? Nah bruv, it’s “content creation and social media monetization” now just record yourself scribblin’ thoughts next to a candle, colored mood lighting hitting your back wall and some fake ferns while whisperin’ affirmations like a budget monk in a Westfield loo cause everyone is an "influencer building their own personal brand" now, innit. 

 

Used to go down the pub and argue about footy with some bloke who smelled like pickled eggs. Now it’s just TikTok soundbites and reels by absolute wrong’uns with usernames like “TruthSeeker69” and a filter that makes ’em look like a cartoon lizard. Nobody remembers anything either. You ask someone for directions now and they stare at you like you’ve just asked how to reinvent fire. “Use the map app, matey” they say, like it’s some magic spell passed down through ancient tech wizards.

 

And hobbies? What bloody hobbies? Build a shed? Paint a thing? Learn guitar? Nah, they’d rather pay £60 for a bean-shaped plushie that “heals your inner child” because Sharon from YouTube said it changed her aura. It’s like the whole planet’s gone soft in the head, buzzin’ off brain rot and dopamine squirts every time their phone pings.

 

Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book. Not for the ’Gram, not for some ‘grounding’ exercise. Just to remember what it felt like to be a human and not bein' just another walking screen with legs.

“Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book.”

 

You can read more books with a KINDLE.

 

Get with the times!

[Presnock]

4 hours ago, Lewie London said:

Lemme get this straight, once upon a time, yeah, you’d clock someone sittin’ in the park with a sketchpad, feet up, not a care in the world except maybe which biscuit to dunk next. Now? You so much as pull out any piece of paper in public and someone thinks you’ve escaped from a mindfulness retreat. Used to be we did things. Proper things. Wrote letters, read words longer than four syllables, spoke to mates without it bein’ some digital hostage negotiation done in twenty text bubbles and four “yo, u there?” pings.

 

Now it’s all eyes glued to glass screens, doom scrollin', suckin’ in rubbish like pigeons round a dropped bag of crisps. Mate’s havin’ an existential breakdown? Don’t ring him. Nah, just send a sad-face emoji and tag him in a meme about trauma bonding. Sorted. Journals? Nah bruv, it’s “content creation and social media monetization” now just record yourself scribblin’ thoughts next to a candle, colored mood lighting hitting your back wall and some fake ferns while whisperin’ affirmations like a budget monk in a Westfield loo cause everyone is an "influencer building their own personal brand" now, innit. 

 

Used to go down the pub and argue about footy with some bloke who smelled like pickled eggs. Now it’s just TikTok soundbites and reels by absolute wrong’uns with usernames like “TruthSeeker69” and a filter that makes ’em look like a cartoon lizard. Nobody remembers anything either. You ask someone for directions now and they stare at you like you’ve just asked how to reinvent fire. “Use the map app, matey” they say, like it’s some magic spell passed down through ancient tech wizards.

 

And hobbies? What bloody hobbies? Build a shed? Paint a thing? Learn guitar? Nah, they’d rather pay £60 for a bean-shaped plushie that “heals your inner child” because Sharon from YouTube said it changed her aura. It’s like the whole planet’s gone soft in the head, buzzin’ off brain rot and dopamine squirts every time their phone pings.

 

Anyway, I’m off to sit under a tree with a cuppa and an actual book. Not for the ’Gram, not for some ‘grounding’ exercise. Just to remember what it felt like to be a human and not bein' just another walking screen with legs.

you mean you use a real book and not KINDLE?

[Lacessit]

3 hours ago, BritManToo said:

Reading and writing is not a normal human activity, maybe time to whittle a spear and start knapping a spearhead from flint.

Don't forget dragging women into the cave by the hair.

[Harrisfan]

2 minutes ago, Lacessit said:

Don't forget dragging women into the cave by the hair.

Sounds good to me.

[mogandave]

4 minutes ago, Lacessit said:

Don't forget dragging women into the cave by the hair.

Or moving to a third world country so’s you can get one half your age to exploit.

[ThreeCardMonte]

5 minutes ago, mogandave said:

Or moving to a third world country so’s you can get one half your age to exploit.

Wait a minute!

 

I’m the one being exploited.  According to my wallet every day.   I “take care” GF.  Volunteer of course.

 

Not a problem as I have deep pockets and no dependents to leave it to.

 

I am spending my siblings inheritance but still incapable of spending it all.

 

No desire to take it 6 ft under or to the furnace.

 

Life is good and better with Trump as POTUS.