Perhaps it is selective memories when I recall the days, when it seemed my phone never stopped ringing with calls from friends and family just checking in to say “hi and how are you?” After working an eight-hour day in an office atmosphere with non stop phone requests I came to dread the phone once I returned home. But how else would we be able to hear our loved one voices, hear about their days and nights and just catch up? And so the phone and then cell phones kept us in touch. And then, the emails and Instant Messenger took over and out of nowhere it seemed “texting became the in and only way along with tweeting.”
I admit I loved the IM’ing and emailing and became a user of keeping in touch with others vs making that phone call. But I refused to trade in my cell phone for one that would accept texts nor could I afford the additional costs to accept them. Then one day I realized that my land line only rings if it is a sales pitch-political push or a wrong number and it seems no one calls, just to say hello. Somehow I feel left out and actually lonesome for someone to care to hear my voice and ask how are you and are you O.K.? I know technology is critical to today’s style of living but I feel the art of communicating with each other is non-existent.
You start to feel a little hesitant about calling someone and taking up their time, when perhaps a text would be quicker. Yes for me it has become wishful thinking that my phone would ring like the olden days. And perhaps I should be wondering if this is a sign of aging or a sign of the times?
Current Mood: Surprised