I am a texter. If you want to get a hold of me, the best thing you can do is text me first. If we can go back and forth and have a conversation in the messages while doing other things, then I am happy and content. I no longer can sit on the phone for hours at a time shooting the breeze like I did when I was in high school.
There is, of course, exceptions to every rule, and as always that exception, is my sister. When we talk on the phone, we can be on for hours, talking about nothing. If Seinfeld was the show about nothing, then we are the phone conversation equivalent to that. Our conversations can range from deep thoughts to theories about television shows that have been off the air for years to the name of the kid that lived down the street 45 years ago. I can look at the phone and realize 2 hours have gone by and if we wanted to another 3 hours could go by without a pause in conversation. And this happens about 3-4 times a week. I don’t know how it happens, but it does.
But, like I said, that is the exception to the rule. I don’t even know how it happened. I used to love to talk on the phone. When I was old enough to have friends calling and had a phone extension in my room, I was on the phone a lot. I would be on the phone with one person and then call another to talk about that conversation and on and on and on. If there was zoom back then, all you would hear from my room would be a bunch of girls chattering about crushes in school and our favorite bands. Zoom is like the old party lines back in the day, except you get to see everybody. I don’t think they had party lines back in the 80’s, or if they did none of us knew how to use it. I think it would have cut down on my phone time a lot if we did.
I fell in love with texting right away. I was late to the cell phone party, but when I finally got one…it was all over. Even though it was a pain back then, you had to keep clicking the number till you got to the right letter. I was slow with it at first, but as soon as I got the hang of it, I was hooked. It is easy and convenient. I hate to bother anybody. Nothing is worse to me than getting you on the phone and finding out I have caught you in the middle of something. I would rather text you and then you can get back to me when you have the time.
Some will say that texting is impersonal, and you can never get the right tone in a text. That may be true, but I haven’t had too many problems in that area. They do have a voice message you can use. Instead of typing it out you can leave a quick verbal text. And, of course, you can always get your point across with the use of emojis. I don’t care what anyone says…emojis are fun and they are here to stay.
Don’t get me wrong, I still talk on the phone. Some things need to be verbal. You can’t really have a heart-to-heart conversation by text, and it is hard to give good clear advice via text messaging, but the majority of my phone time now is text. I guess it will remain that way until they come up with something else. Who knows what that will be…maybe we won’t even have to do anything but think a thought as we look at the phone screen at a contact. It would be all through telepathy…OMG…then I would never be off the phone with my sister. We would have an open line with a running commentary to each other for most of the day. I would not get anything done. Hopefully that kind of technology is many years away, LOL.
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