Roderick,
Hey sorry I didn’t quite make that midnight deadline to write you exactly on the day before fourth of july. So it looks like I will be writing two letters today. That’s if you have a chance to read this letter and reply to it. I wasn’t able to be in front of a computer till now. I was helping Cy move into his friends house all afternoon. Took a break to have dinner with Braeanne, and came back to help Cy. There was even a guest appearance from one of our fearless undeniables facilitator Ms. Narinda herself. She’s moving into this house with Cy too. Pretty crazy, there is even a space big enough in his room to do the undeniables recordings for the audio section if anyone wants to do it.
All this moving things around, rearranging, throwing out old, buying new things is a bit refreshing and helped me realize some things. As we were throwing out some things we were looking through old pictures, love letters from Cy’s past, ( I sure hope they’re from his past haha) and we were talking about how now a days or even in the future. People won’t be able to hold something concrete to reminisce of their past. Looking at old pictures and reading hand written love letters will soon be obsolete. Soon people will just be in front of their computers cleaning out their files, and with just simple drag to the recycle trash bin in the corner of the screen, or right click and boom gone. I don’t know what to really think about that, because it really is up to the individual to keep those memories or not.
Like me for example I also have a memory box just as Cy does, and its fun to look through those things every now and then.
I may have some old letters now, only because Gmail keeps records of all you’re old letters. I may have some old pictures on my computer, but its not like when I move or clean my room I also clean my computer to look at them and go “awww hahah remember that day.”
When me and my last boyfriend broke up. He deleted all the pictures he took of me on his phone, and from his computer. I don’t think he has gmail, but we hardly even emailed each other, and i doubt he saved our text messages. When he cleans out his room or moves out with his new girlfriend, he won’t have concrete memories of me to look back at and laugh, cry, get mad, or whatever emotions you may feel when looking at memories.
Now it may sound like I’m being big headed again saying, “everyone should keep their memories of ME in a box damn it!” but that’s not it, I’m saying we’re letting all this new technology take over us, we should as humans not forget the small simple things like hand written letters, and real hands on photos.
Anyways Have a good Fourth of July.
Cheryl
