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.