Life tends to be a series of downgrades—if you somehow missed the caution tape I surrounded this post with, I’ll say it again: this is not a cheery post. There is no positivity here. Along with that note, if you missed the warning, you should probably get your eyes checked. Just saying.
Anyway, back to the downgrades…Has anyone else noticed it, or is this just a gloomy mindset kicking back in? I've thought about it: meaningful relationships with a significant other are downgraded to awkward passing-bys, and if you’re lucky (or not), to friendships, and then further down to the kind of friendship that is only present when a screen is. Isn’t anybody interested in the art of REAL friendship these days? I mean, a screen can only do so much. It’s not the actual person you’re talking to. It’s just their words being filtered through the Internet (I’m sorry….the Internet is capitalized now????), or your cell phone.
We wake up and have to go to work, downgrade from a previous fun night out. We go to school and graduate, only to move back home and end up right where we started, except much more downgraded: a bachelor’s degree and a chore list? How insulting. Fact is here, folks, we get older with age. We’re demoted at more than just the work place; the life of a human being is the life of a demotee, people, and I’m living it. Reduced, devalued, downgraded. Depreciated. Relegation at it’s utmost. And the worst part is, even upgrading my cell phone won’t make me feel any more improved.
This is going to end up being just a garbled up bunch of self-pitying gook by the time I remove my fingers from the keyboard, but they’re stuck typing for now because of some kind of writerly spell that makes me think I’ve got something worthwhile to say. Well, what is it? All I’ve got is this downgrading theory. Maybe I’ll submit it to Harvard and have myself featured in text books around the world, give a lecture at some schools here and there, touch the lives of young scholars everywhere and find myself living with just as much loneliness as before I was famous. Which brings me back to…today.
I wish there was an “ignore all” button on life like there is on Spell Check. Then I’d be getting somewhere.