To Text, or not to Text, that is the Question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to Suffer
The rejection and heartache of outrageous Dexting,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of iPhones,
And by opposing end them: to Text, to Talk no More
Now, I felt it was about time somebody updated this little soliloquy. This thought came to mind as a good friend of mine was asking my advice on to text…or not to text a guy she is dating. How sad is it for us that our modern version of dating is now Texting? She had been feeling under the weather and hadn’t heard from him in awhile. I asked if he had phoned, or emailed, or even offered to come and check on her in person. The answer was No, he hadn’t texted all day.
Isn’t it crazy? Our new version of trying to get to know somebody is through a little screen and the speed of our fingers. I know that technology has added an extra element of hardship to what is already a really difficult pastime. Very few people really like dating. Those that do either want to be unattached or have already found a really solid partner. The rest of us? We go up and down weekly, if not daily, as to whether or not it’s all worth it. The madness we feel when we think we are being rejected, the anger we feel when they are playing games and the guilt we feel when we just don’t like them back. Trust me, dating is hard enough without technology.
Once upon a time you talked on the phone every few days, perhaps had a date once a week and then as time marched on you found yourself attending major functions and sharing social lives. It wasn’t easy to meet people, but the selection was smaller and the attention more focused. I can still remember when MSN and ICQ were the new ‘it’ thing. I spent HOURS talking to boys that I liked on the computer instead of in person, but at least then it was the best, cheapest and easiest version of real-time we could have outside of actual interaction. But now..NOW I can peruse my ex’s photos, check out the friends of my new crush and stare endlessly at that Facebook message box praying they are “into me”. Since when does not hearing from a friend in two weeks mean they don’t like you? In this instant-gratification, reachable-all-the-time world is when.
Now…we all know what everybody is doing all the time. Our iPhones tell us when messages have been read, facebook tells you when somebody is online and dating sites let people message you as you browse. All this real-time policing is a bit scary…maybe the book 1984 had it right all along, but Big Brother just took a very different form than we imagined…social media.
And yet, here I am using social media to spread this word. In many ways, even though I need it to house a blog, even though I need it to keep a job…sometimes I wish there was a technology implosion. Sometimes, just sometimes I wish things were simpler and that godforsaken smart devices didn’t exist. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish we could go back to the old days where you had an answering machine, or better yet…a notepad.
The Ginga Ninja