“He (or she) is set in his (or her) ways.” That’s what people say about some crabby old curmudgeon (or crone) who isn’t prepared any longer to be up-to-the-minute nohow about nothin’.
I see elements of that in myself these days. I should be distressed about that. But, I’m not, really. Does that mean I am getting ‘set in my ways’? Probably. I certainly see aspects of the settin’ in of my ways about me. I should be bothered – I guess.
I once took great pride in being up-to-the-minute. I knew all the music, all the actors and actresses, was working with a computer long before a lot of others were. I dressed stylishly. While never faddish, I embraced worthy trends as they came along.
Once I interviewed a noted novelist who informed me that he did his writing in pencil on yellow legal pads. I didn’t get how he could do that. But, he was a traditionalist and that was what he was comfortable with. I began my writing on a typewriter keyboard and I honestly cannot compose on paper. And when the computer keyboard came about, I had found Nirvana. I could write and edit and spell-check in a trice. The only negative in this ‘revolution’ that I could see was that some individuals who couldn’t compose a decent grocery list began to fancy they were ‘writers’ and even tried to impose manuscripts on hapless editors and publishers. Fortunately, that nonsense basically got sorted out when (some) people realized technology doesn’t equate to creativity.
Now, my problem with the above is once I availed myself of a decent laptop I became stuck. And in being stuck I found I no longer cared for ‘what next?’. What I had was good enough.
I once had an early flip-phone which was about the size of a landline handset, and it didn’t work for shit. I then got an updated one. I think I maybe used it a half-dozen times. And it was just a phone, no camera or other nonsense on it. I watch people text-messaging in their numbers these days. I have never done that. I have no desire to ever do it. So, I no longer have any phone whatsoever. I am not troubled by that. Wendy and I have a ‘communal’ one that we use for vacations, but nothing more. I think it’s located in her glove-box.
Now, I don’t eschew all things modern. We have a nice flat-screen TV that I wouldn’t be without. And the ability to DVR stuff is brilliant. On the other hand, there are other trendy innovations I have largely ignored. To wit:
– we still rent DVDs. I don’t get stuff like Netflix and I have never bothered to find out. We have a good DVD player and I don’t mind spending a couple of bucks to rent a movie.
– speaking of movies, I really don’t know any of the current actors and actresses, much less care about them. I see their mugs on mags at supermarket checkouts, often having been involved in some scandalous hijinx and why should I care?
– I have no idea who or what in the fuck a Kardashian is and why should anyone on the planet care?
– I once was pretty up on the music scene, but then the 1990s happened and all that came afterwards (with the notable exceptions of Adele and poor sad Amy Winehouse, but otherwise, nada caring. Play me that “old time rock-and-roll, the kind that moves my soul” and I am happy. I mean truly I used to be able to name the artists that recorded for, say, Stax Records.
And so on and so on. Well, at least I still dress OK and am in control of my functions, so I suppose not all is lost. Just set in my ways, I guess.