I heard on the radio recently about how addicted many of us are to our smart phones. If we forget to take it with us when we go somewhere it’s as if we’ve left the house… well… naked.
I’ve seen it in restaurants. A couple is sitting down to a meal and both of them are doing something on their smart phones. They’re not talking to each other; they’re just surfing or texting or something.
I’m guilty of that. Once while visiting my best friend we were at one of our favorite hang-outs waiting for our burgers to be cooked and, rather than talk, we were messing around on our iPhones.
Consider this: while we can text, chat, IM, voice mail (does anybody still do this?), e-mail (who does e-mail anymore when you can text?), update our status on facebook and tweet what we just ate, how often do we really sit down and just talk? And can we do that over lunch without our smart phones buzzing, wheezing, chirping or singing?
I’ve long been amazed and impressed by letters written prior to the advent of modern technology… you know, before the telephone — particularly love letters written by some guy to the woman he hopes to marry. The word pictures and imagery in those letters are astounding. Now, if we can’t squeeze our thoughts into a tweet or text we have nothing to say.
I’m not bashing technology. I like it. In fact I’m already dreaming of my next iPhone.
Still, it causes me to pause a moment and wonder how our ability to be instantly available through so many means of electronic communications is somehow impacting our ability to express ourselves verbally (or even through letters).