Ayo Technology

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the state of communication these days or should I say, lack thereof. When I was a little girl, there were three ways to get/stay in touch with my friends:
One. See the person.
Two. Call the person.
Three. Write the person.

I don't think it needs mentioning that these methods of interaction are now considered prehistoric and obsolete (unless you count texting/emailing as "writing"). Gone are the days of passing notes in class...send a text instead since every child over the age of seven owns a cell phone.

Let's face it, technology is king and we are his loyal subjects. The world has become dependent upon it. Some people cannot breathe without it (literally). Our new generation of children only exist in digital format on the Internet (premeditated preposition). They have web pages and profiles and avatars and myriad other things, non-human. It seems to me that we have lost touch with our humanity. Our abilities to articulate thoughts, concerns, feelings and opinions are now only as good as our abilities to edit ourselves before we press "send." The art of communication as my grandparents knew it is hanging in a museum somewhere in North Dakota. 

Before I go any further, I want to admit something to you, Blogger: I am a slave to my iPhone. Anyone well-versed in technology knows, of course, that an iPhone addict is probably the worst when it comes to verbal communication. With the power of the iPhone in my hands, there's no need for it. I'm just as guilty as the next 7-year old when it comes to falling back on technology to maintain contact with another individual. I can recall past relationships in which the only conversations I had with the person I was dating were those mediated by satellites. It got to the point where I only felt comfortable expressing myself from the safety of my computer or phone. Have an issue? Send an email. Think I'm beautiful? Tell me in an eCard. What happened to talking things out? What happened to laying under the covers and whispering your hopes and dreams to your lover? There's an app for that now.

There is no tone in a text message. There is no change in facial expression on a Facebook avatar. How are these even considered methods of communication?! Lucky for me, my Little Apple Fritter is the last man on Earth who doesn't talk through technology and he was more than WILling to sponsor me through communication rehab.

For those of you who haven't read our "Dating Story," let me tell you about my first brush with Wil's resistance to communicate electronically. We met in Atlanta and after I left to drive home, my Love Cub had asked me to call him when I arrived back to Philadelphia. What did I do? I sent him an email through Facebook. How did he react? He thought I died...or something. He doesn't check his Facebook email everyday. Hell, he doesn't check his email email everyday! Gasp. Yeah, my dude kicks it old school.

When we first started dating, he wanted to talk on the phone. He also thought it would be good to talk in the car instead of listen to the radio. Woah. It's embarrassing to admit, but I had to relearn how to do these things. Technology got a hold of me and forced me to forget my original three primary modes of communication. I was out of practice. I had forgotten what it was like to look a person in his eyes and hold a REAL conversation. I wasn't used to the anticipation from waiting for a person to digest my words and formulate a response to them on the spot. What, no cut and paste?! No delete key?!

Rehab has been rough and there are days that I fall off the wagon, but for the most part, I'm clean. When I need to talk to Wil, I talk to him. When we have a problem, we address it. There's no more whining or complaining about issues in my relationship in a status update or in a 20985472038754-page email to girlfriends. There's no more wondering if there's hidden hatred in a text message. Nope, not at all. It's just us and our words...our spoken words. 

I know it's cliché, but communication really is key to a loving, lasting relationship. Communication, people, not "communication." We need to start passing notes again. We need to find a grassy field to stargaze in (another premeditated preposition). We need to reconnect and I don't mean to the closest available wireless network; we need to reconnect to our humanity. We need to reconnect with each other, person to person.

For the record, I do see the irony in this being a blog post, but I swear on my life that this rant was inspired by a conversation I had with a group of coworkers today. If you don't believe me, I'll email you the recorded conversation. LOL, j/k. ;-)


Bobby said... March 31, 2011 at 8:34 PM

You definitely have a lot of good points, Danielle. I'm kinda considering going Amy Winehouse in regard to my phone. It could only lead to good things. I really enjoyed reading this. Your format and quality of writing are fantastic! =D

NancyS said... March 31, 2011 at 8:52 PM

Luckily, my Hub is technologically NOT proficient. I end up having to do all of the above anyway. Now with my techno-proficient friends...it's all appfacemailtexting.

Adventures of a New York Gypsy said... July 20, 2011 at 11:42 PM

Best post EVER! I'm printing and putting it on my wall! My REAL wall that is, not just my FB wall! Lol xo

Barby said... July 21, 2011 at 10:45 AM

Great Post! U make some very good points. I still pass loves notes...lol I put lil love notes in my girls lunch boxes once in a while.. and I still write love notes to my honey pooh still.. <3 Its my lil way of keeping the art of writting alive within my family.

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