I sent an email to a friend today. I probably should have rung her, but quite honestly, I didn’t feel like chatting on the phone. It was easier to type a few lines and press enter. In the past you couldn’t have kept me off the phone, but sadly, I think button pushing is becoming a bit of a habit that I’m not in any hurry to kick.
As little as twelve years ago, I was still sending gift cards filled with all the news and handwritten accounts of my life that anyone could hope for, and would wait in anticipation for a reply in the mail. I was doing my banking with a teller and every book that I bought was carried home in a shopping bag from the store.
These days I read my news online, catch up with most of my friend’s news by email or e-photo, and get most of my books with the click of a mouse. I even have my own pet portrait business online. It makes so much sense in my time poor world, that I have become accustomed to it. I’ve even bought my mother a mobile phone so we can send each other texts when time doesn’t permit a catch up session that takes longer than fifteen minutes.
There’s no doubt that there’s a lot to be gained through our cyberspace interactions, but there’s a lot of ‘realtime’ interaction to be lost as well. And I’m as guilty as the next cyber-person. I’m not quite sure how to fix the problem, or if it is viewed by some as a problem at all – but I’m hoping to make a few real phone calls this week, and catch up with some real friends and family in real time with a real lunch at a real cafe.