It’s encouraging passive behavior. When you call someone, it’s an immediate action. They will either answer or they won’t. When you text someone, everything is nebulous.
We can shoot a text with no real substance behind it. We can make love. We can express emotions. We can even talk shit; yet when it comes to communicating with our significant other, friends, or family about important issues that concern them or ourselves we get stuck.
I’m not crazy about Joni Mitchell.
My travels to Thailand have emphasized the existence of universal communication. There is no interpreter for laughter, no translation for affection.
“How many girls I’ve been with. I round the number down…significantly.” — Sam, 24
The “one” isn’t waiting for you with the glass slipper that fits you perfectly. The one is someone you choose, because you know when you’re with them, that’s exactly where you want to be.
If you don’t, you will stay hung up on this feeling; you’ll remain in this sentimental limbo, playing “should I, or should I not” with yourself, and you have better things to do with your time than become a slave to your inner monologue.
Don’t restrict yourself because you don’t want to seem demanding or overbearing or bored. Tell them what you want so they can feel comfortable telling you what they want. That way neither of you have to guess what the other wants, and neither of you end up feeling empty.
Sex, literature, and food shopping should all be freeing indulgences we’re able to mix up.
I can’t fall in love over a phone.