When I Become Dad.

I was chatting with my friend Wad today about how we grew up pre-internet and how life was so different and parenting relied on what you taught versus what you feared.  It was interesting and scary.  The kids of today have a future that those that grew up before the “google” era will never be able to fully understand the ramifications of.  How will we measure integrity when the answers are always there in some form of convenience?  How can we understand trust when GPS and social media “Check In’s” leaves nothing to the imagination?  Is creativity in it’s purest form now simply an, “I feel like” emotional response to something already thought of but with the need to individually identify?  I hate “I feel like”, worst phrase since “literally”.  Listen kids, “I feel like you literally can’t think of an original thought.” let alone speak without using some form of horseshit filler that helps you expand the space between sentences while your brain tries to keep up with a real conversation.  We’re running full speed down a dark unknown hallway that is bound to make a sharp left, and we’re doing so blindfolded.  Google, you fucking bastard, you’ve ruined us…  But all of this constant information and connectivity has to have some benefits right?  And it does, the amount of amazing things that have changed the way we live today are simply unimaginable.  And to think of how we survived without them is as difficult as imagining a time when learning about a thing meant lifting more than a finger.  How did we survive a time when a relationship started with calling someone’s home and asking their mother if “Nicole” was home?  How did we endure 15 minutes at the bus stop without Candy Crush?  How could we have ever possibly trusted that our children were out there in the world with no phone in their pocket and no Google Maps to rely on for directions home?  We did this because we taught our children to be smart, not to rely on other people’s smarts.  AND WE TRUSTED that we were smart enough ourselves to have taught them well enough that we didn’t have to worry.  I know I am not a parent, and my opinion is as valid as a caterpillar giving traffic signals, but I hope that when that day comes I have the balls teach my children not how to write a status update but how to write a thought that “literally” tells someone more about who they are…  Not how “I feel like” I am.