Variations in Kind VS. Boilerplate

What ever happened to the slide rule in treating different people according to who they are, rather than a boilerplate existence of one size, or one action fits the needs of every last Who, Dick and Jane?

For example, my father recently had some regular and well practiced eye surgery done. The kind where they replace the lens and correct for a stigmatism. The surgery went find, but while he was back for his day after followup appointment, the doc treated him like he was some robot that didn’t have any feelings, concerns or cares whatsoever. So I ask why is it that businesses have taken away the friendly inter-personal training and replaced it with this, cold fast-paced response for all types of activity?

Another area of our society that the same face fits all has really hindered the finer workings of things is in the cell phone industry. The makers of phones have completely failed to understand that when people get older, their fingers don’t work as well and they need larger buttons and simpler operations and functions on their phones. I would think that supplying a general platform for all customer age groups would be paramount for any industry. Looks like the cell phone industry is really missing something important.

Along the lines of this mass manufactured, same for everyone concept is the running away from good customer service styles. For the sake of discussion will use the topic of Internet Security Software. Pain in the ass right? But everyone online needs it these days. The problem lies in the lack of real people interactions when things aren’t working properly. No number to call and get a live person to help, and no guarantee that an email sent will be responded to in a timely manner or have an answer to the issue. After all, most of the responses are canned boilerplate that have been auto-generated based upon key words in your complaint email. Overall, businesses are forcing people to take everything as is or not at all and society is making everyone to take it period. It leads me to make the assumption that most big business really don’t care about anything but the profit they make. That’s really a shame, as they will loose customers over it in the end.

I realize that most people out there are able to adapt to the newness of the world we live in, thinking that every new invention is grand and great and will be better for all. Yet, in reality, this isn’t the case. What is best for all is the awareness that there are differences. Different paces that must be made for different learning curves and different skill levels. A man or woman in their 60’s or 70’s isn’t going to be able to adapt to new technology as well as someone in their 20’s. I don’t believe it’s fair as a race, or species to leave any minority groups out of the loop. We as a world society need to put more effort in making things go round easily for all the walks of life, not just the wealthiest or the smartest or the most active. There must be a place for each and every one if we as a species are going to walk into the next century with the hope of continued prosperity.

Classification or an Abstract Distract

Classification.

Just another word in the human languages. Or at least that’s one might think on the surface. In deeper musings upon this somewhat unremarkable formation of letters and characters, we find that within its preset composition of glyphs, there is in fact a dark force that commands humanity to do great evil.

Humanity must classify everything or die! Or at least it seems, doesn’t it? Humanity has achieved greatness in the scientific worlds by classifying as many things as it can. Scientists love to group like things together to better understand them. One might even go as far as saying mathematicians follow suit on this matter.

Yet, take a moment and look around you. How many things do you classify in your everyday life? How much of it really does the world any good? I bet you found yourself looking at your neighbors and thinking about how they go to a different church, or are perhaps a different color of skin, or that they own a gun and your unsettled by that, or that you can’t understand why they don’t talk much to you because of your gun case with twenty rifles.

I pause… You ponder… Classification. Just how many things did you find that you classify without much fore thought?

The reality. We are human beings. We are Earthlings. We are carbon based life forms. We know how to feel, we know how to communicate and we understand the great emotion known as pain when we are hurt by over-classification.

So, when I hear people talk about “Black lives matter” or “He for She”, I cringe because the very basis of those phrases are steeped in Classification. I cringe again when I hear that people who make a truthful and honest statement, “All lives matter,” get heckled and shouted down upon and accused of not understanding what’s really happening, or get a beat down because they aren’t falling in the correct classification that others think is the correct one.

Let’s see now… We are human beings… We all have red blood beating in our hearts, and we all feel pain when a hurtful words or fists fall upon us.

Oh yes! I remember now! We is in essence the same as all! Thus the saying, “We All.”

Perhaps this all comes down to the tact and perception of the words we choose to use in our lives. Maybe it’s all about how we define the meanings of those words. But the truth is. We really are all on the same planet and if there is going to be any one action that is judged more negatively than others, it should fall upon any and all of those who can’t fathom what “All” really is.

The Fall of Roosteration

Does society need it’s roosters? Or are a coupe full of hens enough to get on by? These are important questions in our modern times. We must look deep into the meat of the matter and make sure that the result is at least a few ruffled feathers.

Roosters, in my humble oppinion have lost their luster. While once they were in high demand to keep the peace, keep away the boogey man and peck’n’scratch at the denser pieces of earth, it seems that the need or want to even have them around is lost.

The hens are quite capable at tending the coupe. They keep the weeds down, can flock in great numbers, offer penty of idle eggs to keep the addled minds and hungry stomachs full of something to crack about. After all, who’d want to interfere with a whole gaggle of feathered folk when they are on a role about some trendy topic? Not I. I’d rather keep a safe distance.

So the rooster is left with little choice but fall by the wayside of legends and lore. Even the great Foghorn has seen he’s hayday fall to such utterly nonsensical characters of the cartoon network and other stations targeting the lower masses of slower moving intellect.

Yet, what is to become of the rooster? Will it be eaten off like the female praying mantis takes care of it’s mate? Will we see a new type of zoo or amusement park that specilizes on the historical activities of the rooster of days gone to dusk? Or perhaps the roosters of this society have a plan? Perhaps a re-invention is in the works and we haven’t seen the last of their loud morning calls and strutting ego-sophistacted movements?

No matter what ends up happening, the hens seem to have made reality quite clear. They only desire roosters in the roost at their own beck and call.

So here’s to the Rooster, that legacy in us all, of a better time.