Avoiding Intimacy

Texting on the cell phone works as a condom to get between intimacy and prevent pleasure so a sterile simulation of conversation becomes the norm, carefully stripped of warmth, fun, thrill, and wild abandon.

Voice is too intimate, so they live as cloistered ascetic texting monks, denying themselves good conversation in favor of living on safe fragments alone. We know everyone's busy; but everyone can also find a good time to talk. Maybe they'll want to become human again one day.

The cell phone attacks the attention span with constant interruptions so only unsubstantial fragments pass through. Do you want to know someone by their trivial situations and problems? Who could care much to live there for very long?

Without real-time communication, you don't have an interchange; it's just blasts of fragments showing a lack of thinking and expression. This would be okay if you are communicating with an astronaut. You'd know the astronaut will eventually receive your message and might respond, but seems busy on their important space mission, which involves clicking on things, reading hundreds of other messages about nothing, and watching funny videos about cats and people falling down.

Without voice, nuance or emotion are absent. You're left with poorly written text by people uninvested in saying anything interesting.

As with most pointless pursuits, intelligence does not save the day. The people simply can't pay attention, no longer have curiosity, and are mentally broken.

They are hiding behind screens, unable to think for themselves, afraid of intimacy, scared of using their voice.

Everyone's fucking scared.