– by Hayley Cook
We all have that one friend that seems to withstand the age of time; which is never looking like the decade they were actually born in, and being up-to-speed with all things high tech, social media, and what’s really going on with the world around us… but let’s face it, they’re a minority.
I’m still very close to my father, who is turning 72 this year, and his fast tumbling descent in to becoming an old man not only has startled me, but sometimes it even scares me.
After having a debate about how old Dolly Parton was (as he assumed she was older than he was), I just Googled her name in to my phone and found her Wikipedia page within seconds (she is the fruitful age of 69, by the way). My dad wondered how I could get that information on my phone; so I explained to him that I simply “Googled it” …. but then he asked again how it got on my phone. I said to him that my phone has the internet, then he asked where I bought the internet from and how can he buy it too.
Which I obviously responded with, “The Internet Shop. On Rundle Mall, right next door to the Hipsterbeard Barber and the Dropbox Cafe.”
I know it’s not fair to mock my father from knowing basically nothing about the technology world which I live in, and how he happily stays stuck in the past. Sure I would put in the intellectual commitment to teach my dad everything he needs to learn, but I don’t think either of us are going to live that long.
By saying this, I too want to stay young forever (this is also known as the Peter Pan Syndrome). Realising for myself, being 29, and currently sitting at a pub writing this, wishing that the people on the table next to me would stop screaming when they laugh, and to stop talking so loudly. Has my descent already started?
So hey, maybe I am aging even more quickly than my dad. Perhaps before I’m even 50, I need to ask a 15-year-old to reset my hologram telephone, and banks will no longer exist and I need to trade currency through my Twitter account.