You know what I miss?
Curfews.

Oh! I just got that—I miss curfews because I’m late, lol.
No, that’s not what I mean at all. (I’m never late.)

I miss curfews and data plans and dial-up.
Yes, you read that correctly. I said I miss dial-up.
I don’t miss the inconvenience, the interruptions, or *ugh* the sound, no, I miss the time.

Remember when it took forever to get online? You could throw in a load of laundry, run the mail out to the box and still have time to pour yourself a cup of coffee before it logged on.

Remember when if you talked over your minutes or sent an extra text or two they charged you up the wazoo? (Wazoo is not an overstatement of those fees.) Since I couldn’t afford wazoo, I watched my time and didn’t waste it.

And isn’t curfew a much better word than
I wish I had curfews for my work.

When your time matters, you mind it. I may only have had twenty more minutes to hang out before I had to be home by ten pm on a Friday night (true story) so you know what?
I enjoyed the hell out of those twenty minutes.
Even if I was just hanging out.
Especially if I was just hanging out.

(kids today would have NO problem finding pics from “hanging out”, lol)

You value things more when a limit is set.

This “new” technological age has stripped us of our limitations.
FREE WI-FI! UNLIMITED TALK & TEXT!
And absolutely no accountability for time…

I don’t have a solution, I honestly can’t imagine going back to pre-easy access, but a little bit, I miss minding time.