I’m not the most technology friendly person. I don’t want to give you the impression that I’m a terrified old man who sees technology as a sign of the coming apocalypse. But I’m not that big on some technological advantages. Smart phones? Don’t like ’em. Kindles? Don’t like ’em. Print publications moving online? Against it.
I think the convenience these things bring to our lives is coming at too great a cost, like our ability to have a conversation without fact-checking on the Internet, our ability to set a meeting place and time instead of going to an approximate location and playing phone tag for fifteen minutes to figure out where everybody is, our ability to navigate from point A to point B using our own wits and sense of direction rather that have some gadget drive us around in a way that makes it impossible to find our way back. Hell, anyone who knows me will tell you I don’t even like voicemail. If it’s that important, call me back when I’m not busy, know what I mean? Thirty years ago everybody was doing it.
But here’s one thing I do like: texting. Texting allows me to have short conversations without picking up the phone — which can be inconvenient and rude in places like restaurants or buses. It saves time. It lets me wait until I’m ready to read somebody’s message — not drop everything I’m doing the moment they call. And while I don’t like it when someone gets a text in the middle of a conversation and stops talking to me, reads the text, texts back and then picks up the conversation as if they hadn’t just made me stand there for forty-five seconds without saying so much as “excuse me a second,” that’s not texting’s fault. That’s just a stupid person using texting wrong. Texting is great. It’s even kind of old fashioned, when you think about it, like the return of the telegram. I like that. What could possibly be wrong with texting?
The number of texts being sent is on the rise, especially among teenagers age 13 to 17. According to Nielsen, the average teenager now sends 3,339 texts per month.
Nevermind, I take it all back. Texting is evil. And I really am a terrified old man who sees technology as a sign of the coming apocalypse. I’m gonna go buy more canned goods now.
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