Sorry for dropping off the face of the Earth for the past week. I was in a place where wifi was an endangered species (there really should have been some kind of rescue crew in the area to help stabilize the environment, and aid in the birth of more routers.) Anywho, the prodigal blogger has returned!
Interestingly, once some more time slugged by, I actually found myself enjoying the brief disconnect from the technological world (my phone later full-out comatosed because I forgot to bring its charger.) Yes, this does mean that I did not get to keep tabs on my friends’ eating habits on Instagram, or had the ability to constantly update my status about how simply wonderful I am. But, I did experience this thing called (I hope I am spelling this right) conversation. Conversation, in this sense, was not conducted Kb2Kb (keyboard-to-keyboard,) but face-to-face.
During the duration of my occupancy in the technology black hole, I thought it was weird that I cannot pinpoint the moment when I began texting people more than calling them. What does it mean about me, as a person, that my interaction with the human species has completely changed, and I never noticed. Whenever I am in an awkward situation, I will start texting people as some kind of awkwardness buffer. My life revolves around the motto: when in doubt, take your phone out (I was going to say the motto was: when in doubt, whip it out. The pubescent boy that resides in my brain had a giggle before I thought of the more family appropriate motto.)
Personally, I am going to make an extra effort to not to always revert to texting. In some situations, instead of writing the next great American novel in a text, just make the damn phone call. In short, it’s your life, so live it the way you want to. It’s just that this girl (you can't see it, but I am currently pointing at myself) is going to be more cognizant about how she interacts with her friends and family.
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