My dear friend Kim brought up a good point today about how almost nobody (in our circle of friends, anyway) ever talks on the phone anymore. I actually make a point of telling people not to call me because texting is by far my preferred form of communication. Our 25-minute conversation today was easily the longest phone-to-phone contact I've had in months, and it was the first time I've discussed anything more than the final details of some upcoming plans with Kim since before we lived together. Sad.
As we talked about the pros and cons of such a change in trends, we both agreed this whole texting thing has gotten out of control. Yes there are times when a text is more useful than a phone call, but shirking the chance at a real conversation for some letters on a screen takes the personal element out of these encounters. There is no laughter in text messages... no raised voices... no shared moments of sadness. You can guess about such things, but it's often difficult to connect without hearing tone or pauses in speech. It's like an e-mail versus a handwritten letter, reading the news online instead of opening a newspaper.
Normally I would promote writing over speaking, but in this case I can't help but make a push for the latter.
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