Confession: texting has taken over my life.

  It has recently occurred to me that my life revolves around one very anti-social activity. I indulge in it from the time I wake up until I go to bed at night. The irony is, I consider this activity as the most impersonal and laziest form of interaction. I’m referring to texting.
  When SMS messages first came on the scene, I thought there was no way I could be bothered typing messages on a tiny keypad that barely fit my thumb pads. It’s easier to dial a number. But somehow, over the years, texting has taken over my life.
  It got me to considering some of the pros and cons of sending text messages. It’s hard to go past the lack of warmth and emotion involved in texting. We’ve all received short, sharp messages that left us wondering what we had done to upset the other person. This demonstrates another problem with texting: how easily it results in misunderstandings and miscommunications between friends.
  Along with the damage done to our relationships, texting is also wreaking havoc on the English language. Let me put a final nail in the texting coffin by saying, omg how gr8 wud it be if the next generation cud actually spell? On the upside, when you’re busy, it’s much easier to type up a text than be weighed down by a long conversation. Even when I begin my calls with, “Hi I need to be quick,” my friends acknowledge this at first, but end their quick story an hour later.
  Texting also comes in handy when you have to let someone down. It’s easier to write “Can’t make it” than have a chat where you’re forced to admit you just can’t be bothered. There’s also the beauty of the group text. Instead of calling a raft of people, you can press ‘send’ and go for the scatter gun approach, hoping the recipients never catch on it wasn’t a personal message especially for them.
  Is it my imagination or are the pros rolling off my tongue quicker than the cons? Maybe it’s too late to overturn our reliance on the written word to sustain our relationships. Maybe the phone is best left for call centres. Or maybe this whole thing should be left to someone else. You see, as much as I’d love to continue defending the merits of personal communication, I really need to wrap this up – I have some tweets to send.