Pen and Paper, please.
When we are apart, which these days isn’t as long as when I was studying, we rely heavily on electronic communication. We text, we phone, we Skype, we e-mail, we Facebook, we chat online and he follows my blog. I find it both amazing and sad that our relationship is boxed up and defined in the bright white glare of a computer and cell phone screen. It’s supposed to make things easier but really it doesn’t. Fast and convenient doesn’t necessarily equate to that which is easy. It’s confusing and, quite frankly, exhausting having to check in on the several modes of communication. I hate this. I hate the hate the back and forth. I hate the broken internet connection, the lack of phone reception and the hundred other problems that crop up. I hate the forgetting to hit ‘send’ or deleting something by mistake. I hate the excuses that get caught up with it all. I think people had it better when they had letters waiting for them in the post box. At least that was something tangible. This is cold. This is clinical. This is a type of correspondence that can essentially be deleted with a click of button. It just doesn’t feel real anymore.
