In the newsroom Kevin and I have a long-standing joke. Every morning before 10 a.m. (at the latest) I try to make a joke about his age. Now before I get carried away, I must add that he is not old by any means. Is he older than me? Yes … but, I digress.
Because of this joke, he has now decided to “get back” at me by giving me the nickname “Kiddo.” He thinks this bothers me, but he’s sadly mistaken. Really, it just makes me feel that much younger than he (35) is.
While on the subject of age, I’ll admit to turning 24 last Sunday. I know a lady should never be asked her age, and I’m sure one day that will bother me, but for now, I think I’m confident enough in how old I am to share that with others.
Twenty-four is still fairly young in my opinion — after all I’m not quite a quarter of a century old.
That being said, I must admit that I’m sort of an old soul. What does this mean exactly?
My “old soul” is “old school” because I love putting ink to paper.
I’ve always loved writing. I’ve shared that in previous columns I’ve written. If I didn’t love writing, I would not be in the profession I am in today. When I say I love writing, I absolutely must express how much I love the written word. My birthday this past weekend reminded me just how much that statement was true.
People rarely send birthday cards anymore. They rarely write letters, yet instead “hide” behind that blanket that is social media.
What does this have to do with anything, you may be asking yourself. Well, on my birthday, I maybe received 50 plus notifications on Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat or other forms of media that I have connected to my smart phone.
What saddens me is that I received even less text messages, even less phone calls, and scarcely any handwritten letters or greeting cards.
Please don’t get me wrong. I loved every message that I received no matter the medium on Sunday. I love hearing from my friends, family members, and even some that I haven’t seen in years. I only say this to make the point that our society has definitely changed in the way we relay messages and information to one another.
The same can be said about newspapers. With technology greatly increasing the amount of text and information that we can relay on an hourly basis, it is rare that you see a person at the young age of 24 (like myself) pick up their daily or weekly print newspaper for their news. They rely on mediums such as Facebook or Twitter or even just their online news sources to get their dose of what is happening in the world around them.
Maybe it’s my “old soul” talking, but I love holding that newspaper, smelling the ink that makes up each word of what is happening in my local community.
In much the same way, I love handwritten letters, birthday cards, etc. There’s just something about waiting patiently and excitedly to receive such entities in the mail. My friends and I love writing letters back and forth, even if it may be fastest to shoot them a text message or give them a call.
Why? Maybe I just enjoy the suspense of when they’ll have the chance to sit down and write me back to tell me what is happening in their world or the fact that they sat down and personally took the time with no distractions to talk to me, which is something we rarely do anymore as a society.
Anyone will tell you that I love to send a text message or check social media as much as the next 20-something young adult, but there’s something to be said about putting the technology down and trying the “old-fashioned” way to get in touch with someone.
For the next week, I challenge each of you to put down the phones or other electronic distractions and instead pick up a pen and use it. It would be a great birthday gift for me to know people are out there communicating the old fashioned way, because some times, those older ways are the best ways.