LIFESTYLE: Whatever Happened to Talking on the Phone as Teenagers?

I was shocked today to hear the findings of a new study out that said that teens nowadays would prefer to text versus talk to their friends. ( They mentioned that they text around 100 times a day, and the only time they use their cell phones to talk is with their parents. A spokesperson on the radio said something to the affect of "texting works great because it can fit neatly and compartmentalize within the small amounts of time we have free throughout the day." It got me thinking, what every happened to teens sitting on the phone all day talking to their friends? I remember having my mom yell at me after sitting on the phone for 45 minutes talking to my girlfriends! My father used to complain daily about our phone bill, and my sister and I would fight over who got the phone next. My friends and I would talk schoolwork, boys, friends, politics, world peace, religion, etc. You name it, we talked about it-and talked and talked. I wonder if "small pockets in our day" are preventing these young people from really connecting with their peers- I mean really connecting? How will all this technology affect their social development? I guess we will soon find out as this new generation will be joining the workforce in droves in a few years. One thing is for sure, they will be fast at typing!

And how about the rest of us, for that matter? I find myself emailing and facebooking instead of picking up the phone and talking to someone. It does fit in my "small pockets of time" and I am much more efficient with all I have to do. If I have to talk to my mother, I have to figure when I have at least 30 minutes of free time in my day because my mother has the gift of GAB. The sad thing is that finding 30 minutes free is very, very hard. How did I have it in high school or college? I wonder if this technology helps me stay better connected-as all the phone ads state-or if it hinders real, true connections and relationships? I'm not sure, but I do know that I owe my mom a phone call before I get a guilt trip. Thank heavens for Moms. They help keep us real, don't they?



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