I need to go to a darkened room and meditate. I cannot tell you about the nightmare I have been having with my new, improved operating system until I have calmed down and it all works again - God knows when that will be. One TINY little problem (compared to the rest) is that it took 3 minutes for this page to load up, but this is not the reason I have not been posting.
I have spent three solid days on this fiasco so far and it is still not resolved. I genuinely think that this is Apple's way of punishing me for not throwing away my 9 year-old iMac and spending another £1200 on a new machine, because I could have earned more than that in the few days it has taken me to try to get this one to work again.
I will bore you about it in the future, but I cannot bring myself to offload right now - it's too fresh and far from over. While I am waiting for my Mac expert to come round and drag me - sobbing - away from the keyboard, I will try and say a few calm words and pretend that I am somewhere close to a state of mental stability.
I was wondering this morning (whilst half listening to a program on Rumi) if young people still drop in on each other unannounced, and decided that - because of mobile phones and social media - that they didn't. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
When I was young, everyone just walked round to their friend's houses no earlier than 11.00am, rang the doorbell, got let in, sat on the carpet expecting tea and biscuits, and quite often stayed there until gone midnight or even the next morning. It was just what you did.
If your friends were watching T.V. then you just sat on the carpet and said nothing - for hours.
As we got older, some of our contemporaries started to have children and showed signs of stress if we arrived unannounced. We were frozen out, but I doubt if we could have put up with the screaming babies anyway, so this was a natural turn of events.
As we got older still - whether or not we had any children - we started to resent people arriving on our doorsteps without an appointment, so would freeze them out anyway. This was just the inevitable tendency toward cosy, insular homeliness that becomes stronger the older you get.
All my social interaction happens in the pub these days, because I have frozen so many adults out who ought to have known better than to 'drop in' on me over the last 20 years or so.
Teenage assignations used to be arranged by meeting each other under the clock tower, but now they don't even bother to actually meet in the flesh, unless it is to get utterly off their tits at a parties, and the atmosphere at parties is not conducive to conversation of any meaningful kind.
I wonder who had the best times in the last three or four generations?
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