A friend of mine commented today how despite the existence of all our iphones and androids and Skype etc, so much of what we do still revolves around words. Emails, blogs, facebook, twitter etc and, I think most of all – text messages. How many times have you had a text conversation over something that if you’d just picked up the phone when you KNOW they are sitting right there by their phone, you could have cleared up the matter in seconds?
Are we scared to talk? Do we prefer texting? Is it because it is less intrusive, people can reply when they want – or it enables you to think about your response and is less pressurised than a call? Surely we are all intelligent enough to speak to our friends.
Maybe, texting prolongs the communication, which is what we want and desire as humans, the connection to continue over the period of a day not 2 minutes. We like to know that people are thinking of us. It fires chemicals in our brain that we enjoy and are more sustained.
But words are so dangerous. You can screw things up in a text or an email – dates and times, innuendo, relationships, contracts…..that comma in the wrong place or the omission of a (winky face) after a gag can make that person think you hate them!
Words are powerful, positive, punchy – and you can remember them when they are written down. Those first texts in a relationship, the ones that made your heart pump just at the sign of an envelope on a Nokia:
That you would reread and reread until you’d worked out every possible meaning.
And who remembers 160 characters?! The precursor to Twitter, perhaps. 192,000 texts per second were sent in 2010. That is mental.
Maybe we are prone to the written word. It’s the basis of religion, and of story telling – the oldest ways in which we connect to each other, to our goals and to our faith and spirituality.
Whatever the reason, I am glad that words still reign. For after all, where would we be without a good play on words?