going on in my world, other than the usual, but one thing that keeps bugging my brain is the fact that people think that texting is ‘talking’.

IT ISN’T!!

and, i actually wrote this yesterday sitting on the plane, but circumstances of late prompted me to publish it now.

i use whatsapp. a lot. i hate texting. yes, i know, it’s the same. well, it isn’t really. i can use it on my desktop when i am at my, well, desk, and when i am on the road, i have my laptop which allows me to do the same. now, with my laptop, i can also, due to the fact that i am in the Apple-sphere, send SMS’s as well, but at home, when i am there, which lately isn’t often, or at all, my phone isn’t always next to me, so picking it up, and ‘talking’ is something that i am loathe to do.

plus, i don’t sit around all day waiting for messages to come through, unless i am expecting something from a client, or what have you.

i fucking hate phones. and hate texting even more. it’s a pain in the ass. it doesn’t have context, and it is downright shitty to use.

and yet, this world, the world that i am a part of, mostly unwillingly, lives via text. fuck me. write a letter. send a postcard. or hey, here’s something, CALL the person and TALK to them!!

we have sunk so low with our communication skills haven’t we?

i will admit, i live on whatsapp. that is how i work, and how i conduct my daily business. i can send files, i can call, i can video call, etc… but do i sit idly and just ‘talk’ to people? no.

sometimes i wish that i didn’t have a phone. or a smart one at any rate. and yet, i have to. admittedly i use several things on it, and a few of my apps are handy, but for the most part, i book my flights online, NOT on my phone. same goes for my hotels, and if i want to do banking, generally i do it on my PC or laptop when on the road. my phone is there as an appendage, sort of like the appendix. it’s there, but you don’t really know why.

/end rant

anyhow, that’s my thing for today. well, there was something else, a column by someone who writes for the National Post, Terry Newman, but i cannot get into that now as it would take me a day to complete it, and i know by the end of it, either i would want to punch this asshole in the mouth, or kick him in the balls. so, i will leave it alone for the nonce.

until i’m back, and can see you again,

i bid you, as always,

peace