you Know Etna?
The active and the 3323 meter high volcano on Sicily? It is me (though I am only 167 and sneaks me up to 48 kg on a good day, but mount Etna - it's me).
At least when it comes to mobile phones. Mom, trampling away with their gold nuggets, but not oblivious to them, for they have skidetravlt staring down at Facebook and on Instagram. They look so not us who have to jump for their lives not to be run down by two sets of city-wheel hard pumped to meet it, that comes in the way.
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The other day tullede I down the Campus, where a mother wades out of the red with the bebs and head buried deep in the mobilos. Cars honked loose, and she was almost offended that they warned her total hjernenedsmeltning in Instagrams name.
I was just about to shout up, but was actually afraid that I would frighten the child, who was sitting in his own world and kukkelurede and, without doubt, had been alarmed by the contact.
I think it is strange.
But maybe it's also me, who just are insane and old-fashioned. I had not, of course, a mobile phone, when I was a young mother. I also did not have a cup holder for my latte mounted on barnevognens track. I had not even a bottle of water. You went to hell just because you had an errand somewhere and was there with the child.
But now let the mothers about it. I can be indifferent. It is them who miss out on all the fine fingers experiencing on the road. I hope satme, the dear mom see something on the screen that can compensate for it (I doubt).
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But I don'T care about the people in the cars that I glance down at a screen. It is indeed - the one thing that can get me into total eruption.
When I have my daily walk to work at Campus, so I am looking into the cars, and here you see people on the screen without any shame or respect for other people's woe and weal. It provides the most dangerous situations. The above mother just can praise themselves happy, that it was a driver in the retirement age, which came first and was not on Instagram or mail in the car.
we should damn well be awake and take care of each other! And help each other. Or huh?
Here is yet another small hverdagsscene from bemeldte Campus. The other day I would help a father who had his child sitting on the handlebar, and shopping bags dangling up by the wheel. AND he was just checking the cell phone, which resulted in total chaos. The one handle on the bag broke and they rolled around in the minimælk and abrasions. Of course, rushed I to the and would help!! But he was so angry and scolded me, and all other and were damned hard enough to handle themselves.
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I understood. He was about to explode in embarrassment, at how total ridiculous and completely unnecessary, it MUST ha' been to check out the cell phone, right there where there was most pressure on everyday life.
But I must not mix myself in other people's priorities. Therefore, so long as they do not harm others physically. But we miss something important! Hverdagsmagien! That gets us to smile. And heat in the body. An uplifting nod and eye contact with the lonely. A polite hello to the pensioner. Flirting with him or her, that you think is delicious, like casually crossing the road. Babbling children in the stroller, as you can just make a little sharp with. Everything disappears with an update on Instagram.
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Meanwhile, will the kids big and bother us no more. We came to enjoy them?
I am happy that I have not had a cell phone since my daughter was little.
So I must not play holy.
will be Preserved.
I love social media and use them diligently! But I love the everyday magic once more and it's damned hard to not glance down at the screen on the way a red light (or when on my way to get a nice, solbrunt badejern against me)!
Regards Baronessen on Campus