It wasn’t just any old birthday a couple of weeks ago, it was my 40th (but that’s a whole separate issue in itself).
Do you know how many friends from the UK called me to wish me happy birthday?
A BIG FAT ZERO. The number of calls from friends here wasn’t a huge amount higher, so I couldn’t really blame it on the time difference. Text messages flooded my phone and there were plenty of lovely messages on Facebook and email but no one picked up the phone. I’m not bitter at all (can’t you tell?).
Have I just got crap friends or am I plain old-fashioned (now that’s an awful thought)? I sound like a middle-aged women, in a “in my day this is how we did it” kind of way, but what’s happened to picking up the good old phone and talking? Now that everyone has mobiles and internet access, and can communicate via texts, emails and Facebook messages, verbal dialogue is dying out.
It’s not like I can blame them for this way of communicating, I’m guilty of it too. Too much like hard work, right? Everyone is busy, busy, busy, things to do, people to see and places to be (and there’s the time difference too). Of course it’s a hundred times easier and quicker to send a text or email, instead of getting stuck on the phone for an hour, which means less time to do everything else.
Maybe one day we might all forget how to speak. Future generations might live in a world where talking is unnecessary and conversation is dead. Okay, slightly unlikely, but imagine that.
If I’ve learnt one thing in the very short time since I turned 40, is that it’s really nice hearing a friend’s voice on the other end of the phone and I really appreciate the friends who did pick up the phone to wish me happy birthday.
So, in a bid to keep real conversation alive, I’m going to make the effort to pick up the phone to my friends and hope they do the same in return.
My question to you is, do you prefer to communicate silently via text and email or do you still like a good old natter on the dog and bone?