It would seem as
though our entire generation has succumbed to a terrible vice concealed in
convenience; the alluring facility of texting. Despite the overwhelming
criticism that it has already received, there is much still to be considered
about the inevitable cognitive dissonance that texting evokes. There is a
certain absurdity, even insanity about trying to foment a relationship via
messaging. This point is most evident in the realm of romance as it seems that
the millennials can confect a solid, if not total, relationship without even
having spent any time together in person.
It is not snobbish to notice the way,
in which the young generation lends itself to one technological craze after
another, inadvertently surrendering their judgment in exchange for
practicality. From personal experience, I can honestly say that there is an
apparent helplessness radiating from a woman, should we have already engaged in
too much “discussion” electronically. The messaging fosters a false sense of
security, but ironically not enough to provide the recipient with enough
serenity to approach a meeting confidently. Why should this fabricated
relationship and the milestones of its contents (however meager they are),
immediately dissolve when we primates are forced to interact? The answer may
rely within the sheer falsity of the expression of our emotions. Aside from the
luridly foolish idea that is the emoticon,
its implementation has one obvious flaw. The emotions we can express are predetermined
in an artificial reservoir, and as such preclude our ability to accurately convey
our feelings. It also makes the whole experience mechanical, and gross. It
would be of course intellectually dishonest to state that this perception of the
effects of messaging could not simply be a result of my own discomfort upon
convening on a first date, and the hyperactive lens through which I perceive
all ensuing statements and actions. However, there is an adequate amount of
corroborating evidence from those around me, as they claim to have experienced
similar vicissitudes in intimacy during this stage in a relationship.
What indeed
then is the solution to said problem? Sadly, it would appear as though there is
no panacea to rush to our aid and change the dynamic of an entire generation.
But there is no need for us to repine in this way. It is enough for us to
invoke the old aphorism: brevity is the soul of wit. Let us simply attempt to
champion this idea, and spurn the convenience of excessive texting as a poison
chalice however enticing it may be. Much more truth, beauty and honesty are
sure to follow – if only we could do so, we could experience the emancipating qualities
that it may bring.
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