My granddaughter just got a cell phone for her 13th birthday. When my daughter called to tell me that bit of news, she added, “Mom, you need to get a text package because H. will definitely be texting you.” So I headed right down to my Verizon store and added the 250 texts per month text package to my account. I even bought a new phone that has a slide-out, qwerty keyboard to make texting easier.
I miss my little flip phone, though. When I bought it several years ago, the sales agent tried to sell me a phone that had all the bells and whistles, but I declined every offer, even the camera. He said, “You mean the only thing you’re going to do with your phone is talk on it?” Sorry, I thought that was the point, but apparently I’m way behind the times.
I remember when e-mails replaced hand-written, snail-mail letters. Many schools don’t teach cursive writing because it’s a waste of time. Where do you even see cursive writing anymore? As I peruse the stack of love letters my father wrote to my mother, and the love letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother, and the letters between my father and his father while my father served in the South Pacific during World War II, I think it’s a little sad that we don’t write to each other like we used to. We had time to reflect on what we wanted to say. I love having that record. Our e-mails are not nearly adequate to express what is really on our hearts the way our hand-written letters did.
Now, even e-mails take too long for today’s fast-paced world. Text messages are becoming the norm. I’m having trouble getting with the program, however, because I was once an English teacher. It takes me forever to send a text message because I have to proof-read it first to make sure it is grammatically correct, including spelling, well-placed commas, subject-verb agreement, etc. I think I’m missing the point of text messaging.
I have used up at least thirty or forty of my text messages already in just two days, so I’m getting nervous that maybe I didn’t get the text package I need. I thought it would be adequate because the Verizon agent said I’m only using 50 of my 450 minutes of talk time a month. Who knew we’d text more than we’d talk? There’s something that still doesn’t feel right about carrying out a text conversation with someone you know is right at the other end of the phone, and you could easily just call them and hear their voice. But, okay, I’ll go along with what is au courant. And I have to tell you I am quite proud of myself. It was painful, but in a message to my granddaughter yesterday, I managed to type u for you. Maybe there is hope for me after all.
- Has Penmanship Been Written off by Thumb-centric Youth? (costadevault.com)