This morning I was sitting at a small table at Barnes & Noble reading The New Yorker Magazine. OK, I must tell the truth. I wasn’t actually reading any of the articles, just looking at the cartoons. I feel like the guy who claims he buys Playboy Magazine just for the verbal contents.
I must mention that I understand maybe half of the cartoons. But some of the clever ones that I can figure out make me laugh out loud. There resides the problem. With whom can I share the humor of the drawing and what it says?
Strangers at the book store have gone weary of my intruding to point out a particularly funny drawing. I feel like I am desperate for conversation, or connection when I go out alone. Even my ancient flip phone stays silent.
Long ago people in public spoke to each other , laughed together and were happy to meet a new person. I made contacts (not exactly friendship,) and enjoyed the experience. But once technology took over, texting replaced talking. Watching movies on tablets made people less likely to speak to a seatmate on an airplane.. None of us can compete with the magic of computers and their offspring of devices. So,we read our paper books,and feel old and lonely.