Communication. This rant’s been brewing for a while now and here it is.
The internet. What a tool. A tool for what? Oh, yes, communicating.
But what has all this technology done to our communication skills?
Oh, right. It’s fucked them. Right up the ass. No lube.
Nobody talks anymore. And god forbid there’s any sort of confrontation in person; forget about it. The person will spit out chopped sentences and letter formations that are supposed to substitute for words.
Life isn’t a fucking text message or instant message! My god.
For some reason it’s easier to put on twitter “OMG Hella cramps!! 2 many laxatives after not pooing in front of my BF all week LOLZ!!”
But let’s say you’re the pooper’s pal and there’s a minor problem and you’re like, “hey, can I ask you about something?”
And her reaction is to either remain silent or… “OMG, WTF?! I didn’t do anything!”
And all you wanted to know was if she could not bring her obnoxious boyfriend to your Christmas party because he has a tendency to get drunk and piss on things. And you don’t want him killing your new plants.
Via text, she’d probably respond calmly, as in “Yea, sure. What’s up?”
And it would go from there. The reaction still might be piss poor, but not as bad as face to face. People just fuck this kind of shit up now a days.
Dating, friending, business transactions; all over the Internet or behind some sort of screen.
Ever wonder why the Wizard of fucking Oz was so god damn weird? Because he was hiding behind a screen, communicating through technology. Projecting his crazy face on shit, scaring the crap out of people. Outside of the box, he was a pretty wimpy dude.
Anyway. The point is, communication skills are a dying art. So let’s all try to give them a comeback so as not to regress back to communicating like cave men.
Granted, I love messenger services, text messaging, etc. I don’t like to talk on the phone, so it saves time and makes nerve wracking situations easier. I’m starting to sound like a hypocrite…but hang on. I can still carry on a conversation. If I have a problem with somebody I tell them in person. I tell people I love them in person. I don’t post ridiculous shit all over the Internet and if needed I can address a crowd. Basic communication skills in tact. I’m not pinning one against the other, it’s what I’m always harping about, MODERATION. Everything in moderation and all will be ok.
We have the ability to speak and process complex thoughts. Let’s verbalize them. And if possible, spell all of the fucking words out.
A few “lol’s” to be flirty won’t kill anybody, but a sentance full of that shit will.
Anyway, Happy Holidays & call a loved one. I’m sure they’d like to hear your voice.
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www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
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The internet. What a tool. A tool for what? Oh, yes, communicating.
But what has all this technology done to our communication skills?
Oh, right. It’s fucked them. Right up the ass. No lube.
Nobody talks anymore. And god forbid there’s any sort of confrontation in person; forget about it. The person will spit out chopped sentences and letter formations that are supposed to substitute for words.
Life isn’t a fucking text message or instant message! My god.
For some reason it’s easier to put on twitter “OMG Hella cramps!! 2 many laxatives after not pooing in front of my BF all week LOLZ!!”
But let’s say you’re the pooper’s pal and there’s a minor problem and you’re like, “hey, can I ask you about something?”
And her reaction is to either remain silent or… “OMG, WTF?! I didn’t do anything!”
And all you wanted to know was if she could not bring her obnoxious boyfriend to your Christmas party because he has a tendency to get drunk and piss on things. And you don’t want him killing your new plants.
Via text, she’d probably respond calmly, as in “Yea, sure. What’s up?”
And it would go from there. The reaction still might be piss poor, but not as bad as face to face. People just fuck this kind of shit up now a days.
Dating, friending, business transactions; all over the Internet or behind some sort of screen.
Ever wonder why the Wizard of fucking Oz was so god damn weird? Because he was hiding behind a screen, communicating through technology. Projecting his crazy face on shit, scaring the crap out of people. Outside of the box, he was a pretty wimpy dude.
Anyway. The point is, communication skills are a dying art. So let’s all try to give them a comeback so as not to regress back to communicating like cave men.
Granted, I love messenger services, text messaging, etc. I don’t like to talk on the phone, so it saves time and makes nerve wracking situations easier. I’m starting to sound like a hypocrite…but hang on. I can still carry on a conversation. If I have a problem with somebody I tell them in person. I tell people I love them in person. I don’t post ridiculous shit all over the Internet and if needed I can address a crowd. Basic communication skills in tact. I’m not pinning one against the other, it’s what I’m always harping about, MODERATION. Everything in moderation and all will be ok.
We have the ability to speak and process complex thoughts. Let’s verbalize them. And if possible, spell all of the fucking words out.
A few “lol’s” to be flirty won’t kill anybody, but a sentance full of that shit will.
Anyway, Happy Holidays & call a loved one. I’m sure they’d like to hear your voice.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan