My communication is moving from verbal to electronic and I love it. (Does that make me antisocial?) No awkward silences and quick to the point messages.
Phone calls drag out. You call about one thing and before you know it, you are covering a lot of territory. Some of it is rugged terrain and should not be covered on a phone. There are potholes of misunderstanding along the way that will threaten the best of friendships. There are no verbal cues to see and sometimes words fly out of your mouth without the ability to edit as you can when typing.
Getting together in person is great but not always feasible. Matching schedules can be daunting. “I’m available three weeks from next August!” Still, it is the preferred way to keep a connection no matter how difficult it is. It’s hard to hug through an email. An emoji just isn’t the same.
On-line purchasing has contributed too. It replaces a lot of social interaction. Sometimes it’s for efficiency but often it’s to avoid real shopping. Can’t remember the last time I went shopping with a girlfriend. (The beloved husband doesn’t count. That shopping takes place in places like The Home Depot and I can’t find a shoe department there.)
I prefer emails as my first choice. I can text but that takes dexterity and patience. Both are in short supply here. I am willing to organize events as long as there are no phone calls involved. All email. Easy peasy. Clearly I love passive methods of communication. The kind that can be deleted easily.
All this happened after I retired. I just love the peace and quiet (except for the occasional cat barf).
My conundrum is that one of my old friends (tenure and age) doesn’t email. She lives about an hour away. She doesn’t have a computer (and she’s not THAT old). She will text but that’s a hard way to have a serious communication. After months of nothingness I gave in and called her on the telly. I got her message machine. She called me back and got my message machine. This isn’t going to work. I am going to “write her a letter.” (That means type one on my computer, print it out and snail mail it.) In several months to a year, I may get a response. (Just like they did in the 1800’s!)
As I’m composing my epic, I wonder if I’m losing my ability to verbalize. Maybe I did so much of that when I worked, that I’m a quart low. For sure I was over-peopled.
I’m not a true people person. Too many, too long creep me out. They are like ice cream. A scoop here or there is good but a lot will give me diarrhea! I need my alone time to recover. It’s been almost eight years of retirement and I haven’t fully recovered yet! Soon!
In the meantime I will practice speaking in front of my mirror to keep my basic skills working.