Talk about time passing by.
The last time I actually write about something was back in 2014.
The other day, when Ashton decided not to talk to me yet again. I thought I should write something.
Yeah, I somewhat got together with Ashton. After Ashton sent me his last message two weeks ago, I tried to recall how did we get together. I remembered I was dating L, then someone in between, then Nelson, then had that fling with Milo, then Julian then Ashton. I was searching frantically for pictures during that period of time, in 2008 and subsequently in 2013 to find any pictorial proofs of my boys.
Have I been out of the market for that long that I no longer know how to initiate a proper courtship? All of these boys were met from some location-based gay app. What if I no longer have the interest to use such app, would I still have the chance to meet these boys?
As I was watching He’s Just Not That Into You, Mary said
People don’t meet each other organically anymore. If I would like to make myself seem more attractive to the opposite sex, I don’t go and get a new haircut, I update my profile. That’s just the way it is, you know?
How true is that? We are now already in the generation of screens, and back in 2009 I was still using a Nokia!
People now like to write in short bursts, Facebook and Twitter came on time. People like to express themselves in pictures now, Instagram came on time.
I grew worried now thinking what would happen 30 years from now. What would happen to my memories? Would I still be able to remember? Some form of digital note, diary of some sort? If I could not remember these memories, would it then be not worth remembering it?