How Bad is Technology?

How Bad is Technology?

The question we should all ask ourselves.

Technology is amazing. It is constantly evolving, creating an easier way of life. It is astounding to see how in such a short time, our world has been able to develop ways to manufacture goods quickly in mass quantities, make communication across the world easy, and search any information about anything on the world wide web. Even one generation ago, some of the achievements would be questionable and doubted. However, in our constant strive for better technology, our world is blinded to see the negative consequences it may bring to the new generations.

As a millennial, I am in constant contact with electronic devices. When I’m home, I have my computer. When I’m out, I have my phone. These devices never leave my side. As more apps on my smartphone connect with stores, banks and other companies, there is no need for the usual accessories, such as a bag or a wallet. If I just have my phone, anything is possible. My phone is my life.

In instances such as studying or working, I try to pull myself away from my phone – but I can’t help myself. I see myself reaching for my phone to quickly check the new Instagram post or the snapchat I received. I am addicted. For our generation, we are constantly contacting each other and updating our lives on social media. This is the way we interact. This is the way we are. However, should we stop for a moment and question if this is safe? Is it really okay for someone to stare into a screen for most of the day, scrolling through Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, etc.?

As revolutionary as all of these changes may be, I think we should take a step back, away from all of the innovations and advancements, and look at the bigger picture. Technology is obviously a huge part of our world today; however, maybe society should put a little more emphasis on the beauty that surrounds us in nature and with the people we love. It should be more promoted to put the phone down and have more human interactions to enjoy each other’s companies. This is something I have come to struggle with myself and as I begin to see the negative side effects it plays in my life, I am making an effort to put away the screens to just enjoy the little things in life.

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.

I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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