So we’ve made it through another silly season and the fridge is heaving with leftovers, the recycling bin is bursting at the seams with discarded wrapping paper and if I ever see another mince pie ever again I swear I will bludgeon someone with it.
*I would just like to say that this article is NOT about sex (and my apologies if that leaves you feeling unsatisfied as it were.) BUT, if you are looking to read an article about sex, may I point you in the direction of my lovely friend ImKarn23 and her enlightening article “Real reason for fake orgasms”*
I remember when ‘Toys’ were something that little kids got from Santa (if they’d been nice all year) – adults had to make do with socks, handkerchiefs, driving gloves, soap on a rope or bottles of smelly stuff guaranteed to melt the skin off any part of the body it touched.
Now it seems that many of us adults are getting better toys than the little tykes and Christmas’s are really starting to look up.
So what’s your family doing to amuse themselves in the ‘Chrimbo limbo’? (That time between Christmas and New Year!)
I take a look around my home and realize that we’re all “Turned on, tuned out and zoned in” to our own little worlds:
Me, I’ve been reading ‘Wuthering Heights’ most of today and punctuated my reading with a quick viewing of some YouTube videos of choice and then listened to some of my fave tunes – all on one device, my 7 inch screened media/eBook player. I didn’t even have to move off the couch except to make a coffee which apparently, this smart little gizmo is not capable of.
My better half has had his nose stuck into his PSP for most of the day playing some bad-ass, kick ass, shoot ‘em kind of game – it’s keeping him quiet and out of trouble.
Our darling daughter hasn’t ventured from her room as she’s finally got herself Sims 3 for Christmas and is busy watching (and making) someone else have a life on her brand new (refurbished off eBay) laptop – the only time I’ve heard from her since Boxing day is when she sent a text message (no word of a lie) via her brand new mobile phone to ask when dinner will be ready and what are we having?? (Turkey AGAIN)
Mr. Teenage son hasn’t moved from his crypt and would definitely need his Xbox 360 controller surgically removed from his hand should I require him to do so.
Is this all wrong? Should we not all be so engrossed in our own little worlds?
There is the tiniest pang of guilt cursing through my veins when I think of the Chrimbo limbos I had when I was a child and how we used to sit around the dinner table playing board games that Santa had thoughtlessly left us under the tree…that is, until I also remember the bratty tantrums from one of us who was not equipped to ‘lose’ (usually my dad) and then the sulks as the game came to a rather chaotic and near fatal end. Perhaps the ‘good old days’ weren’t always quite so good after all.
I suppose neither is ‘better’ really if you think about it – just different that’s all. Technology is something we are all becoming accustomed to; it can’t really be avoided unless you happen to know someone who owns an island you can plonk yourself on and pretend nothing exists.
I admit, I like my ‘stuff’ and I like having something cool to play with this time of year but I will still enjoy dragging those kids away from their rooms and heading to the beach as a family on New Years eve – who knows, we may even enjoy a game of beach cricket and a swim together. Besides, it’ll be the perfect opportunity to recharge our batteries.
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