There is such a thing as too much communication. Or maybe it’s better put as communication overdose, overload or, actually – miscommunication.
What I’m trying to say is, there is a point when communication is bad for communication.
My friends and I were brought up on instant messenger. It was useful for flirting, making plans, going over assignments. But then it got deeper. And then we got hooked.
We used abbreviations to ‘speak’ faster so that we could fit more into the conversation. We developed impatience.
We left away messages as answering machines and screened incoming conversations. We developed avoidance.
We went so far as to use emoticons and acronyms to express feelings, even deep ones. We became stoic.
And now? I’m sure I was already predestined to be a writer, not a speaker. Both nurture and nature probably took care of that. But I also think my peers and I learned quickly that we’re more comfortable typing than talking, and that we really don’t need to know how to talk correctly since we collectively signed online. It had leaked into our social skills.
The problem is the mixed messages, the unclear wording. The perceived attitude or the underestimation of a true feeling in an i.m.
I curse long distance relationships because I’ve only known them over the internet; I wonder if 30 years ago they would have stood a chance if all I had was stationary or a telephone.
Have our communication skills been bastardized? Is it too late, what with S.M.S the new instant messenger?
How do we un-cheapen communication?