Gone are the days when you walk into a restaurant, get seated, order food, wait for your food, talk a little bit before food arrives, you eat, enjoy uninterrupted eating and conversation, get the bill, bathroom break, and checkout.

Not anymore it isn’t.

Today, the usual pattern for people who eat out goes like this:  walk in, check-in on twitter or foursquare, sit down, look at the menu, take a photo of the menu and tweet it, order food, chitchat a bit, see food served prettily, take another photo of it and tweet it as well, take photos of what your companions are having and tweet those too, eat food and perhaps tweet a quotable quote that pops out of the dining conversation, get the bill, take a photo of the bill and maybe tweet it if it’s shockingly cheap or expensive, compute for how much to shell out, tweet or check replies to tweet, then checkout.

There’s  a lot of tweeting going on.  Today, vacations are not only enjoyed by you and your companions, but by the whole universe — twitterverse for that matter.  Quite frankly, the thing gets annoying sometimes — especially when you’re not the one doing it amidst a pool of people who are.  I have nothing against it and I would be a hypocrite if I say I didn’t do it.  My friends do it a lot and I’m okay with it.  But when you’re in the moment of desiring to build memories in your mind… it gets diluted with all the brain space and cells i shell out thinking about how to verbosely compose a witty 140-liner every 5 minutes.  And this “regret” is only formulated in retrospect.

Recently, my friend and I were discussing about how we think we’ve slowed down our brains by about 50% since high school — back in the days when teachers prohibited referencing the internet for research papers.  We were like, “how did we survive those days?”  It doesn’t matter how — point is we did.  Without the internet.  Now, a conversation about a movie you saw or a song you like is interrupted by phrases like, “what’s his name again?  You know the guy from this movie…?” or “what was the title of his first single… you know the one in high school…?”  It’s moment’s like that that make you realize how google-dependent your thinking has been.  AND IT SUCKS.   People 10 years older than I am have speedier brains than I do.  I who should have more brain cells to spare.  What will happen to those younger than I am?

Sure, the world is different now and the future will, without a doubt, be internet-heavy; but at the core of humanity is relationships and no byte can ever replace the experience of a touch or a sincere verbal appreciative remark.  I’m not saying we should all shut down our gadgets and live under a rock.  Point is… it’s not what should come first in whatever experience.  Priority should be given to letting the people you’re with know that you enjoy their company and not what the rest of the world would think about what you’re doing at that moment. Isn’t it basic etiquette, anyway?

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