You've Got Mail

Do you remember the movie "You've Got Mail"?

In this day and age of technology and modern day communication I feel as if my psyche is marked. By this I mean, unlike my grandmother, and even my mother, I wait for a text message, an email, a facebook post, a voicemail, a phonecall on my mobile device, or a tweet, instead of a letter, a short note, a card, a post card, or a telegram. I can not only move around the house while talking on my mobile device, but I can wonder the entire country (and with the right cell phone plan the entire world) while talking to someone.

What's even crazier is that my grandmother, and even my mother, used to memorize signatures and hand writing. I recognize ring tones, digital names and logins.

My grandomother, and even my mother, used to wait for love notes and flowers. I wait for love emails and text message with smiley faces.

I have to say, all this comparison is making me nostalgic for the past. I want love notes and flowers. I would rather recognize your signature than your username. I know your ringtone and what your name looks like visually on the screen of my phone when you call, but I haven't a clue what your handwriting looks like. I can look up your facebook anytime I want to, but I'm afraid to call you and ask you out for dinner. This is a sad (slightly disturbing and definately creepy) reality.

I'm tired of waiting for a messages in my inbox. I am so used to information being at the tip of my fingers that when I actually have to wait for something (or Lord forbid look for something) I grow impatient.

Is there a cure for the impatience and poor work ethic created by the "microwave popcorn" philosophy of this current generation?

I hope so... cause I'm searching.

Until then, I've got mail.

No really, I do.