I’m not sure if you’re aware of it or not, but we, as a country are completely screwed. When you say to your child, “I need to speak to you,” and she says, “just text me,” you know we have a problem.
I grew up with the rotary phone. You know the kind. It had a curly cord attached to it and a circular “key pad.” We had one phone on the kitchen wall. For privacy, it was literally a stretch across the hall and into the bathroom.
Sure, in retrospect, it was a pain in the ass. But at least we SPOKE to one another. We opened our mouths and actual words came out. We put the effort into dialing a phone that took 2.5 minutes so that we could talk to our best friend or boyfriend. We also learned about time management because otherwise we would never get the opportunity to make that phone call before mom or dad needed to use it.
If the kid needs to ask someone a question that needs immediate attention, she texts instead of calls. When I suggest she actually pick up the phone and call them, you should see the look on her face. It’s as if I just suggested we go skinny dipping in the Atlantic in February. Like it was the stupidest idea since the Snuggie.
Every job description I come across during my job search says that good verbal communication skills are necessary. I’m afraid this is what a job description of the future will look like:
“Must be proficient in texting at least 95 words per minute without error. No need to speak to anyone. No need to pay attention to anyone. Ability to use Facebook, Instagram and Twitter an added bonus.” To top it off, they will probably be required to have a Master’s Degree. So, we all get to pay out our asses in education for our children so they can get a job that doesn’t require them to speak.
This should be interesting. I’m not sure I want to be around for that. If I am, please call and let me know. Although the phone may be obsolete by then. Um, text me?