How Texting Ruined The Art Of Conversation

How Texting Ruined The Art Of Conversation

A text a day keeps the interaction away.
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Texting; a great technological advancement to keep in touch with people quickly, and effortlessly, and a great step back for the art of conversation.

No matter how old you are in this day and age, you know what texting is, even if you’re so young you can’t quite spell yet, or so old you lost your ability to see the screens clearly.

Everyone knows what it is, and almost everyone living in our country takes part in it.

While it was a great advancement, and definitely comes in handy for quick messages and keeping in touch with loved ones during busy times in our lives, it has also ruined many aspects of the conversational world.

When you first meet someone, you no longer get to know him or her through phone calls and meet-ups, you text day or night and attempt to get to know someone without hearing their voice or seeing their face.

Isn’t that the best thing about a conversation?

Hearing someone’s voice get excited when they talk about something, or even hearing it quiver when they’re nervous?

Seeing someone’s face light up when they talk about something they’re passionate about, or being able to comfort them when you realize their eyes have started to focus on the ground instead?

With texting, you’re left to judge, and sometimes misjudge, the tone and purpose of someone’s texts to you.

Was that sarcastic? Are they flirting? Was that meant to be a question?

Everything about conversation has changed and it's become increasingly more difficult to find people you can connect with and never lose conversational interest with.

Even if you do have long serious conversations over text, some of us have still lost the ability to care, or know how to, have a long conversation face to face because they’re not used to using those very important skills.

Being able to talk about your emotions in person, being interested in knowing more than what meets the surface; all of this has been taken away partially because of technological advances and the way that we’ve been accustomed to communicating.

We’re reliant on constant communication, but not so much verbal communication.

When we’re out to dinner, or at an event, our phones are always in hand.

We’re Snapchatting our lives instead of soaking it all in, we’re texting other people while we’re in the presence of loved ones instead of focusing on the conversation right in front of us. We’re consumed by technology and every app, or communication on our phones rather than the people and environments that we’re actually present to, and we’re forgetting how important it is to have a voice.

A voice that we can accurately, efficiently, and easily, use in the real world. Without present communication skills, we’re losing a piece of ourselves because we can’t express it correctly and we’re losing respect from people who know how important it is to be able to verbally interact logically with other humans face to face.

Everyone sees texting of different importance, so some people might not agree with all of this, but that’s just a whole other problem about texting itself. Some people think texting is a serious and validating form of communication, but the person they’re texting might think just the opposite.

Words, emotions, and intentions are misconstrued and you will commonly be left lingering around your phone waiting for someone to reply, who could very easily never do so.

Our generation is lucky to be able to take advantage of so many new technological advances, but the abuse of them is the problem we have.

If you think about it, communication is an art, and now it's a very uncommonly acquired talent to be able to take part in.

Always wanting constant gratification, constant communication, and constantly wanting more, has left us speechless.

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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it

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Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

SEE ALSO: To The Girls Who Float Between Friend Groups

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The Things Nobody Told Me About Depression, But I Really Wish Somebody Would Have

I was diagnosed with depression six months ago. These are some of the things that I wish I had known sooner.

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There are a ton of things about having depression that no one will tell you. For example, something that no one ever told me about depression is that I have it.

I was diagnosed with depression in December of 2018 - just six months ago. But my therapist tells me that, based on what I've said about my mental state, I've likely had depression since elementary school, if not earlier.

The fact that I've had depression for so long and not know about it only goes to show how easy it is for one to live with mental health issues and never know it.

The fact that I apparently developed depression at such an early age only goes to show that mental health issues do not exclusively affect people only after they have lived and experienced all that life can throw at them.

The fact that I have had a pretty good life - a loving family, success in academics, never experiencing severe poverty - only goes to show that mental health issues are not always caused by shitty life experiences and traumas.

These are all things that no one ever told me about depression, and things that I never knew until I got to college and took a psychology class focused on mental health issues.

I did not know that depression can hide for years without you ever knowing about it.

I did not know that depression can manifest even in young children.

I did not know that depression can affect even those living happy lives.

These are things no one tells you about depression.

These are things that I had to learn by myself, and things that I am still learning how to compromise with the reality of my own life experience.

It's no one person's fault that I didn't know these things, it was the fault of a societal system that didn't know it needed to be concerned with such things. The early 2000s, when my young brain was developing and learning how to cope with the world, were not exactly focused on mental health in children. By the time people realized that children were suffering from depression and anxiety at earlier and earlier ages, I had already been living with my own issues for years, and I thought that my experiences and interpretations of the world around me was normal - that this was how everybody felt, that this was all normal. I didn't think that the symptoms that our counselors and teachers warned about at the beginning of each school year applied to me.

Nobody told me that depression isn't always sadness and crying.

Nobody told me that sometimes depression is a creeping grey numbness that clouds your brain. That sometimes it is a blurring and a muting of your emotions until you feel nothing at all. That such nothingness is worse than any level of sadness you would ever feel.

Nobody told me that depression isn't constant.

Nobody told me that I would have good days amid the bad ones. That every now and then, a day in a week or a day in a month or a day in a blue moon, I would have all of my emotions sharp and bright and my smiles would be as soft as they were genuine and I would relish the taste of the air around me. That these good days don't invalidate the bad days and mean that I don't have depression after all.

Nobody told me that once I was diagnosed with depression it would simultaneously feel like a weight had been lifted and like a punch to the gut all at once.

Nobody told me the relief that I would feel at the explanation and the knowledge that I might not always have to live like this. That I would also feel my understanding of my life flipped upside down, because if the way I have been experiencing the world is because of a disease, then what does that mean for the validity of my life and who I am?

Nobody told me that there would be a part of me that feared to get better, because who would I be without depression? Without this parasite that has somehow been such a constant throughout my life?

Nobody told me that I would begin to question which parts of my personality are "real" and which parts of me are the depression?

And if those two things can even be separate? And if so, will I ever be able to say I am better, if these parts of me developed through depression are still a part of me once I am "recovered"?

Nobody told me how scary that thought would be.

But what people have told me is that recovery is possible. They have told me that life gets better. That those good days that I used to find - unexpected yet welcome - could become my normal day. That I can be my own person, separate from my depression, and I can grow stronger, and happier, and more vibrant and more driven and MORE.

These are the things that people have told me, and these are the things that I remind myself of.

Nobody told me how lonely depression can be, but I hope that this article might make you feel a little less alone, and a little more prepared, and a little more understood.

I am not an expert. I still do not know everything, and my experience is my own, and in no way represents a majority or speaks on behalf of everyone out there suffering from depression. But I know now that I am not alone in my own experiences, and I hope that whoever is reading this, if you need it, maybe now you can know that you are not alone in yours.

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