Texting

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TextingI must be the only person in the world who doesn’t get a dopamine high from texting or dealing with social media.  I honestly don’t care that much to get texts.  It’s nice to know you’re thinking of me.  Or just want something from me (that may or may not be nice if you’re just taking advantage of me).  I still prefer old fashioned conversations face to face.  Or at the very least over the phone.

I also don’t know why it is when I am at work, that seems to be when everyone decides to text me.  I grew up in a time when personal visits, using the phone and such at work was a huge no-no.  I’m at work to work.  Which is perhaps why I’m always asked to stay late.  But that’s another topic for another day.  It’s cool to text me at work if you want to find out something important.  But once you find out I’m at work, please keep it to a minimum.  I’d rather focus on my job.  Especially since it’s driving.  Texting and driving is bad and illegal in Michigan.

When I’m not at work, I’m the kind of person who really likes to use my hands.  I play drums, play (learn) guitar, I make graphics (like the one in this post about texting), I play video games, I blog and a number of other things.  In any case, I know I’ve explained this to many, many people.  My point of view on texting is that if it takes more than 2 texts to tell me what is on your mind, then please call or come over.  Having to drop what I’m doing to read and/or answer your texts; I’ll eventually just ignore them a while so I can get back to my life.

With text you lose context.  You don’t get the little nuances of emotion that come from hearing a voice or seeing someone’s facial expressions.  Sure you have those emoji’s.  That only goes so far and will never match real human emotion.

I know I’m very alone in my feelings about this.  Almost everyone else I know has their phones in their hands or only a few feet away and check it or write all day long.  I do but only because I want to make sure I have 911 at my fingertips.  Damn pesky heart problems.  I’m not paying $50 a month for an emergency bracelet call thing.

Also, as a side note, I no longer use Facebook Messenger at all.  I’m taking back my privacy and lets face it.  Facebook is one of the worst for privacy.  They keep all our messages.  Fuck that.

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