you can ring my bell.
Somedays I truly loathe my mobile phone. Haha there I said it. It’s mental how one lil device can be such a bane, especially the way it’s changed the way we handle our r/s.
Back in the day when dating was much determined by long conversations on the home phone till our ears bled, we couldn’t reach the other party until we were physically beside a phone and that made the anticipation of getting a call so much more fun, and with much reward for effort. At the most we’d attempt a sad little 177155-4 on our pagers which in squarish digital font represented ‘MISS-U’ haha
I remember how all that changed with the advent of the SMS. Communication took on a whole new meaning in a relationship. It killed the joy of hearing one’s voice, and often it made it somewhat easier to not have to deal with the other party because one had the luxury of delaying a reply. I think this really affected many r/s because of the implications of a non-reply, or worse, like me, it opened a whole new can of worms when reading into tone and attitude of the text. I recall meeting up with a friend who had arrived near the venue and rather than call to ask where we were, texted and ended up being late because it took that long in the day to send/receive. I was like, why didn’t you just call, silly? Granted the 20c per call then was a deterrent.
And back in the day when you had a tiff with your partner, you either met up and yelled/tossed rings/walked off in a huff. With the text you could seethe behind the device with carefully-worded vitriol, 142 characters notwithstanding, and allow each other to process before sending a slew of hurtful words which you often couldn’t take back in deep regret. I recall an extended row with an ex-gf during the really primitive days of using a klunker of a hp with a single-line display and with buttons which took great effort to navigate and I ended with an blister on my thumb the next day.
And romance has changed in the way we rely on keeping things alive with a text rather than to show up with flowers, real tangible gifts rather than a virtual MMS version of it. I'll admit I love the occasional flirty text, but often it doesn't hold much concrete value when it doesn't bring the same solace on say a cold rainy night as a real hug. seriously, how warm does one feel with 'huggg'?!
Anyway I say we chuck the damn hp for a day or two. Actually talk with your partner, see them face to face, thrash it out with actual verbal exchanges. That way you won’t go asleep angry with that damn buzzing noise beside your pillow haunting you in your dreams which you will inevitably look at, mass mark and delete.
Back in the day when dating was much determined by long conversations on the home phone till our ears bled, we couldn’t reach the other party until we were physically beside a phone and that made the anticipation of getting a call so much more fun, and with much reward for effort. At the most we’d attempt a sad little 177155-4 on our pagers which in squarish digital font represented ‘MISS-U’ haha
I remember how all that changed with the advent of the SMS. Communication took on a whole new meaning in a relationship. It killed the joy of hearing one’s voice, and often it made it somewhat easier to not have to deal with the other party because one had the luxury of delaying a reply. I think this really affected many r/s because of the implications of a non-reply, or worse, like me, it opened a whole new can of worms when reading into tone and attitude of the text. I recall meeting up with a friend who had arrived near the venue and rather than call to ask where we were, texted and ended up being late because it took that long in the day to send/receive. I was like, why didn’t you just call, silly? Granted the 20c per call then was a deterrent.
And back in the day when you had a tiff with your partner, you either met up and yelled/tossed rings/walked off in a huff. With the text you could seethe behind the device with carefully-worded vitriol, 142 characters notwithstanding, and allow each other to process before sending a slew of hurtful words which you often couldn’t take back in deep regret. I recall an extended row with an ex-gf during the really primitive days of using a klunker of a hp with a single-line display and with buttons which took great effort to navigate and I ended with an blister on my thumb the next day.
And romance has changed in the way we rely on keeping things alive with a text rather than to show up with flowers, real tangible gifts rather than a virtual MMS version of it. I'll admit I love the occasional flirty text, but often it doesn't hold much concrete value when it doesn't bring the same solace on say a cold rainy night as a real hug. seriously, how warm does one feel with 'huggg'?!
Anyway I say we chuck the damn hp for a day or two. Actually talk with your partner, see them face to face, thrash it out with actual verbal exchanges. That way you won’t go asleep angry with that damn buzzing noise beside your pillow haunting you in your dreams which you will inevitably look at, mass mark and delete.