So Captain Awesome and I were walking in the woods today, because he lives in Brooklyn, and things like deer fascinate him – the first time we went for a ramble in the woods, a deer strolled by and he was like "Whoa! A deer!" and I was like "yep, a deer," because in my part of the beautiful and perfect Garden State, deer are EVERYWHERE, especially in front of your CAR WATCH OUT, and when you get your driver's license in the beautiful and perfect Garden State, it's not really valid until you hit a deer – and I was looking at the trees, many of which had old carvings of initials, declarations of love, heavy metal band names and most interestingly, dates, and I noticed that there was not a single one that had a date later than 1989.
This was interesting to me. Remember when kids (let me get my walker) like, went OUTSIDE? Wherein a ramble in the woods was some kind of nudge nudge wink wink kind of situation where strategically placed benches were perfect for innocent high school things like necking? Necking! Making out! Carving your names in trees, sneaking Pabst Blue Ribbon and smoking pot with your friends! Outside in the woods! THAT was an adventure! Now Captain Awesome and I were not participating in any of those activities, but man, it got me to thinking.
People don't talk anymore. They text, they leave messages on Facebook. They don't even (really) use instant messenger anymore. Too long! Too drawn out and time consuming! Hell, we don't even use real words anymore, kthxbai! In fact, are you even still reading this post right now? It's been over two paragraphs! And forget about the phone. NOW. I am as guilty of this as anyone else. I haaaaaaaaate the phone. Hate it. The only reason I'm glad there are phones anymore is so I don't have to go somewhere in person. I'm as solitary as anyone else. But I wish kids still carved their initials in trees to show their innocent, oh my god, true love forever, "we were here," "AC/DC rox" like they used to.
Captain Awesome leaves for boot camp in a couple of weeks. And I'm going to write to him. On real paper, with a real pen. Because we still can do that, even though they don't even teach cursive writing in school anymore, I REMEMBER IT, and I'm going to do that. Because he's my friend, and he's going away for a time, and you can keep a letter a hell of a lot longer than a stupid freaking text.