The intimacy of the telephone.

When I was a teenager, I used to chat on the phone a lot. Discussing homework, idle yakking, it was just something I did most nights. I guess it had to do with the fact that I grew up in a time when mobile phones were still a luxury, and not the affordable (and seemingly invaluable) communications tool it is today.

So it came to be that I spent most of my nights during the school era on the phone, talking. Sometimes I would be seated at the desk, studying. Other times, I would be lying on my bed in the dark, softly talking to that faraway voice on the line. There was a magical kind of intimacy involved in these chats; even though we could not see each other, it was about talking, and nothing else. No distractions, just a simple, uncomplicated heart-to-heart talk. It’s probably not for everyone, but I love personal chats. In-depth, personal and relationship-building, that’s my favourite kind of interaction.

In this day of instant messaging, video chats and increased emphasis on instant delivery, multi-tasking and economy of time, the long phone chat seems to be dying a slow death for me. I had a little talk last night on Skype with the FG, which made me realise I missed the times when I could chat on the phone for hours, without a care in the world.

Maybe it’s time I started making more calls, and build on the relationships I have been slowly losing over the years.

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2 thoughts on “The intimacy of the telephone.

  1. talking about mtg… talking about basketball… people dun talk much now that fingers do all the talking. LOL when we dun really laugh. it would be nice to hear a chuckle on the line.

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