Everyone knows that phones are for texting. How many calls do you ignore but would have engaged if they sent a text instead? Remember those good old days when we all used to sit around in the parlor and snipe cleverly to each other’s faces? Remember when we used to spend hours (and $$) making long-distance calls to our far flung loved ones? Remember when we used to leave each other voicemails? Man, those were the days. But now it is all over. All we do is text, text, text, and as a result experts fear that the fine art of conversation is dying faster than you can say, “Oops, I mean Thursday, not Thyroid. Damn you, autocorrect.”
We have, of course, been heralding the death of good conversation since approximately the time that the first conversation was had. But this time it is SERIOUS (so they say). The AP reports that we are texting so much that we totally forget that we have faces, and so when we’re confronted with humans in physical form we don’t even know to direct our face in the general direction of theirs and say things like “I’m so-and-so. Nice to meet you.”
