It’s good to talk…
It’s good to talk.
Wasn’t it Bob Hoskins in those old BT ads?
Mobile phones are amazing. I don’t even know why they’re called phones anymore as that function seems the least used. But I’d like to bring back the actual talking on the telephone thing. You know, dialling, listening to the ringing, and speaking to another human on the other end? A friend or family member who actually picks up? No, I barely remember it either.
I’m as guilty as the next person of sending emails, WhatsApps or texts instead of calling – but I’m determined to do better. It’s a sad state of affairs when your best friend sounds worried that you’re calling (“Hi mate, everything alright?”) instead of just happy to hear from you.
If I do plan to call someone, I do just that – text them to find a convenient time to call. Whatever happened to just ringing? Oh, I might disturb them. Perhaps it’s not a good time. I’ll send a quick text instead…
Remember the old days (well if you’re old like me) where you would sit on the stairs or as far away from the grown ups as the phone cable would reach, and gossip with your best mate for hours. Just rambling about things. Gossiping. Listening. Getting something off your chest. And there’d always be something you forgot to say as you hang up. Which you couldn’t text to her straight afterwards as texting didn’t exist. So you’d have to wait ’til you see her next.
There’s something really special about talking something through. Hearing the tone in your friend’s voice. Judging if something is more important than they’re saying, flippant, or funny. So the next time you find yourself drafting a text and either worrying about it coming across ok, or messaging back and forward with the recipient who’s also staring at their phone awaiting your next message, surprise them and call up instead.
It is a phone after all.