Has instant gratification killed the more romantic elements of our existence? Or indeed, killed the element of surprise?
In today's world we expect and demand instant gratification - we snap our fingers and expect things to happen.. While this is great (I can be quite the impatient lady a lot of the time), I can't help but feel that because of this desire for instant gratification, that the finer things in life are disappearing. We don't - and won't - take our time waiting for things to happen...
For example, writing letters (including letters of love) are now a dying art form to most - instead of waiting up to a week for a letter from a lover, instead this is replaced with email, text, or wow - even msn in some cases! Where is the romance in that?
One other example I was thinking about only last night was photography... There used to be nothing more exciting than getting a roll of film developed and when going to collect them, wonder what the pictures would look like... I only switched to digi-tahl about four years ago and have been thinking fondly of late about a lot of black and whites I used to take with - got forbid, film. I love the texture, the grain of the paper, the smell, and where fortunate enough to have access to these facilities, even developing them myself.
Having a child - now we are able to find out the sex of said unborn child at three months - Christ, where is the element of surprise?
We want EVERYTHING NOW and I'm just wondering if the fact that we are so impatient inflicts is with anxiety and depression when we don't get things we want IMMEDIATELY?
Am I making sense? I haven't slept much so please forgive my somewhat windy and not particularly planned argument.