Friday 29 August 2014

Behind Textual Frustration

When texting with someone over IM or SMS that takes too long to reply leaving you waiting and frustrated.

Thank you Urban Dictionary.
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I have a hierarchy of priority for my communications.

First on the list are the means which require my immediate attention, such as a phone call, or a person knocking on my door.

Next is the kind of messages which I can observe long after it has been sent, such as SMS, a letter, or a voicemail. This is because the sender would not know if I have actually received it, and hence not as effective.

Last on that list is the type which requires a stable Internet connection for communication to be effective, such as Skype, Whatsapp or Facebook Messenger. (Not everyone has Mobile Data activated all the time, you know.)


Which is why I don't understand the fact that people get annoyed when they do not get a reply in the first half-a-minute of them sending a text.

It's like ordering beer from a bar, and expecting it to arrive the next second. Just because it can be done, doesn't mean the bartender would. He has other drinks to pour, even if just for himself, before he could serve you.

The problem with the society nowadays is that we assume everyone is attached to their phones 24/7.

...which, to a certain extent, is true. The world at the palm of your hands? Who doesn't want that kind of power?

But that's only half the problem.

The other problem is that everything now must be fast, fast, FAST.

 Our food must be fast, our transport must be smooth, our games must not have lag, and our communication must be instant.

This is a hallmark of city life, where everyone is rushing to go everywhere to do everything.



And this puts a burden on society as a whole. If they want everything to be fast, the members of the society themselves to have to be faster, to keep up, as it were.

It puts an expectation on everyone. Faster is better, they all say.

But you know, some times, I wanna take it slow. Sometimes, I want to go the pretty way, just to enjoy the journey, or just to piss off the city people. Sometimes, I don't want to reply that text.

I can choose to be fast in today's world. But I can choose not to.

Call it laziness. Call it unproductive. Call it irresponsible.

But if it's not important enough for you to even bother calling, it's not important enough for me to rush.



Cya. Call me, beep me if you wanna reach me.

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