I was in the doctor’s office the other morning (an ENT – I’m recording an audio book and having a bit of throat irritation) and two middle-aged and, to me, unattractive women came in and sat down. They immediately pulled out their phones and began “texting.” I have never understood the phenomenon of texting, except on the local TV news every night there is a report or two of people who have died while driving and texting. Many more than there are from drivers who were talking on their cell phones while attempting to maneuver in rush-hour traffic.
So I set to wondering why these women were texting. I had to assume that if they were at their homes they are the individuals who would be sitting at their computers typing away in some “chat room” which is another oddity that I don’t understand. Forums can and should be (but they are not) a source to ask questions and solve problems. Unfortunately, forums also degenerate into useless and time-consuming “chat”.
What is it that drives people to texting? I have a cell phone that I used to call people and talk to them or they call me. If the texting people text to a phone that’s turned off they are just piling up someone’s inbox just as if they had emailed.
I have been a licensed Amateur Radio operator for many years and I use the “digital” modes which means I use Morse code (the original digital form of communicating) or radio teletype or phase-shift-keying which means that I also type to people. But this is my hobby and I contact people all over the world this way.
What was so important to these doctor’s office companions that they had to submerge themselves in their texting? And why didn’t they just call whomever they were contacting and talk to them? It is questions like this that intrigue me and make me curious. Perhaps you can answer them for me. I would appreciate your comments.
My only answer is that it further removes the individual from personal involvement with the person they are texting. You cannot hear inflections in a voice if you text instead of talk. For instance: “I am going to make your day,” he shouted. Or, “I am going to make your day,” he whispered.
When I left the doctor’s office one woman was still there and still texting furiously, fingers flying. To me, it was a sad sight.