Remember when parents used to torment their offspring with stories about walking uphill five miles everyday to school...in a blizzard, barefoot? I can top that.
When I was a kid, our family had one phone. It was attached to the wall in the kitchen; the cord was about four feet long. I was allowed to use it 30 minutes a day to talk to my friends. After that, I had to either go over to their house or wait to talk to them at school the next day.
And if my friend lived out of town? I had to use paper, ink and a stamp.
I had a traumatic childhood.
These days we have a plethora of communication choices. I like to email, talk on my cell, instant message, post to Facebook, blog...etc. etc. etc. All of these methods are easy, accurate and pretty much instantaneous.
But I hate texting.
There are lots of reasons I dislike this method of communication. For one thing, it takes me a while to hit all the little buttons. And even when I get them right, my message often ends up looking like this...
I don't have box time to in.
I just but my finger really sad.
I'll come he I have to.
How did the came sound this morning?
My son was just telling me (via text) that my phone predicts the words I use most often. I texted back...
On, not mind.
I know there are lots of phones out there much fancier than mine. My coworker's phone enables her to speak her message, and then it transposes it into a text. That's pretty crazy. I don't think I can justify spending the money required to have that kind of technology.
Then again...last week I sent this to a girlfriend...
Do you want to come over Saturday and sex?
It might be worth it.