Taking a brief ride to a neighboring town recently, a friend and I engaged in bright and witty "conversation." You know; that special art of talking, now lost in the bowels of telephone circuitry and satellites, made worse by our penchant to discuss everything and be known as, "motor mouth."
What a delight listening to fresh opinion and convictions without needing to set someone straight with the facts. How satisfying it was to hear from a skilled mind come up with valued replies. Each of us relished every statement and question while staying alert and ready for well informed retorts.
Included in our topics was, "The lost art of good conversation." And, we agreed that there are far too many ways of staying in touch,. Saturation, we proclaimed, is not here yet, but may be realized with surgically implanted instruments to make sure we are in touch with most of nothing.
At one point my companion was firm asking for equal time, after I added a useless bit of facts to reinforce. Good for great laughs, I countered with my right to make my case. The going and the return hours were filled with topics seldom worked into what we call, 'talk' in today's speedy world.
I adore someone who communicates well and I learn so very much. Talking is old hat to me. My brothers and sisters were like a gaggle of geeses at times.
I agree with you Bill....keep it coming.
Love,
Susan
Having grown up in a big city at a time when communication was, for the most part, verbal while making eye contact, I find today's world of conversations about cleaning products, Dancing With The Stars and the need for everyone over 35 to have plastic surgery, to be less than fulfilling. Life seems to be more about image these days than substance and I am left with weak conversations by people who have never truly lived life and who have no concept of problem solving or personal conviction. Wise write, William.
Take care,
Sherry
I think ... it is truly sad that people don't know how to converse. Most topics are inconsequential and meant to fill-in the time. But, a truly wonderful, meaningful conversation is dieing as is the art of writing.
Yes this is all too true. With the advent of cell phones, computer emails, instant chat...personal contacts with friends and family may somday come to a complete stop but I hope not...you cannot hug plastic with the same affect.
A lost art: the act of talking face to face. Now it's over the telephone, internet and text message. I'm guilty of phone and internet, not texting. Unless you count the computer...LOL
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I agree with you Bill....keep it coming.
Love,
Susan
Thanks,
Dan
Take care,
Sherry
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A lost art: the act of talking face to face. Now it's over the telephone, internet and text message. I'm guilty of phone and internet, not texting. Unless you count the computer...LOL
Your write very well done. :) Not burnt: perfect.
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