The massive explosion in the
ready availability of the various means, methods, tools and facilities for
instant communication, including today’s incredibly ready accessibility for all
areas of society, age, gender, social standing and race to the much proclaimed
‘social media’ is overwhelming. Social media is also one of the biggest causes
of mistrust, hate, cowardice, procrastination, falsehoods and a method to
display the mob mentality behaviour. Not forgetting the self-promotion
(bordering on narcissism, misrepresentation, and plain bare-faced lies, which
occur on it. It is frightening.
The instant communication available today has created a crash in basic
communication skills. Yes, language and society must develop to meet the
demands. But doesn’t develop usually refer to growth? Not simply a stripping
down of courtesy, and respectful standards to the lowest common denominator.
Today there is the creation of entire ‘species’ (eg: Trolls, Bears, Snakes and
Weevils) of social media users, and a developing language to attempt to justify
the fallen values. Not just in the dreadful spelling of the text messages. Was
this how we as members of society used to communicate? And now so much more is
in the public domain (for ever!) are we just seeing, publicly, what would have
happened privately. The concepts
of this poorer form of communication skills now being exhibited, has resulted
in major misunderstandings, confusion, public disruption and social breakdowns.
Right now (back from the
tangent this just went in) I was holding my breath as my mother waited for the
shop-keeper to answer their telephone. I looked at her mouth. I recall her
licking her lip as she prepared to speak in her telephone voice. And then she
did. “Hello. This is Mrs Dwyer. I’m sorry to bother you. My son just came down
to your store a few minutes ago and brought something from you. Could you tell
me what it was?” She paused as a response came to her. She looked at me. Hard.
“Who served you? A man or a woman?” She asked. “A man” I said. “A man”, she
relayed to the person. She waited a moment. Obviously the person on the other
end called out to someone as my mother rapidly pulled the phone away from her
ear.
Then she repeated what was said
to her. “He bought a loaf of bread….(pause) thank you. And it cost seventy
cents?” My mother asked That was the clincher question I had hoped she wouldn’t
ask.
(Continued tomorrow)
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