This brings me to a conversation I had with my sister M the other week. We were talking about how things are so different from when we were growing up as to how things are with our own kids.
For example, E enjoys the whole idea of tweeting. Like most kids of her generation, she likes the thrill of the instant. She likes being heard. She likes being seen. She likes being affirmed. What else is the “Like” button there for, right?
In comparison, I cannot get myself to tweet. And it took ages for me to get into Facebook. True, I blog, but that’s only because I like writing. And always, I check myself: "Am I sharing too much? Am I sharing too little?" In fact, my friend B observed, “How come you hardly post pictures of yourself? Why don’t you give out names?” And that’s how I ended up plastering a big photo of myself on the masthead Mwahaha
Instant communication is fine but somehow, it takes away from real conversations. That’s why I don’t like texting all that much. You can’t say everything you want to say. You can’t see the face of the person you’re “talking” to. And that person can always choose to ignore what you’re saying, which can be frustrating especially if you’re in stitches about something.
Call me old school but for me, nothing beats the thrill of talking to someone face to face, seeing his lips curl up in introspection or his eyes light up in joy. That’s definitely better than :)
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