Friday, June 17, 2005

I have a love-hate relationship with SMS.

Pros - it's cheaper than calling. SMS also helps because I work better with written/typed words than spoken words. I guess I'm somewhat a visual person, although that probably has something to do with the fact that I'm either (a) losing my hearing and am starting to be unable to hear the higher registers, or (b) have a low voice, and am thus unaccustomed to people who speak at a higher pitch than me.

I'm too absent-minded, so my memories are regarded with intense mistrust. The problem with calling and face-to-face (F2F) conversations is that there isn't a transcript. (Ranks right up there with peeves like "Life doesn't have a search function and I can't find my fucking paper/book/whatever!"). I can't revisit what has been said. But for SMS, there's something tangible and real left that proves such a conversation happened.

Cons - I hate it when I SMS someone and don't get a reply. I never know if it's because the SMS got lost to an eternity of fucked up electromagnetic waves (there was once when a rather important SMS actually arrived a week after it was sent), because the person was so mad at me he ignored my SMS, because the person thought it wasn't necessary to reply, or a myriad of other possible reasons. It's like being caught in constant suspense in a world that revolves around my handphone, which obviously sucks. If I get impatient enough, I usually end up calling.

SMSes can be emotionless and cold. They don't have to be, but they can be. I always aggravate my sister when I reply her messages with just a "k". The English language is already inadequate enough, it really doesn't need to be limited to x number of letters per SMS. Also, sarcasm just doesn't work as well via SMS.


The solution? Er... Short Voice Message Service. That transcribes what has been said, so when you open the SVMS the voice plays simultaneously as you read the message. Yes, I think I'm probably asking for too much =P

the dead woman murmured 6/17/2005 11:26:00 AM
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