Friday, January 10, 2020

The lost art of conversation

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Mr. L and I go out on a date for lunch at least once a week and the one thing we notice EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. is that most who go out to eat are seated and immediately whip out their phones. Sometimes they only put the phone down before bites. Just yesterday, we went out to eat and the man and woman (who were older than me) sat down and the man whipped out his phone. I could see them through the entire meal. He was on his phone for nearly the whole time they were there. The only conversation during that 45 minute span was ordering with the waitress. Otherwise, the woman sat there looking around and not speaking...BECAUSE HER HUSBAND WAS ON THE PHONE.

I expect that kind of behavior from younger people, so it was surprising to see it from an older gentleman.

More than 20 years ago, one of my friends confided to us that she told her husband, "I'm not going out if there will be no conversation between us." He didn't have a phone to whip out, but he was reluctant to speak to her.  So, they stayed home.

I don't get it.  Mr. L and I have been together for (mumble, mumble) years. In all those years, we have NEVER run out of conversation. We both work from home. We talk all day long (albeit sometimes shouting between our offices--which are connected), but we have never run out of things to say to each other. 

I feel sorry for these people. If you have nothing to say to each other--why are you still together?  Go find someone (friend, family member--whatever) to talk to.

What's your opinion on this?

2 comments:

Tom Burns said...

I agree with you wholeheartedly, Lorraine. I love technology for the opportunities it affords to access information, and make friends in distant lands through social media. But I'm afraid that many use it to escape from a world that they're simply not happy to live in.

Anonymous said...

I think it's one of the saddest things,I've ever seen. Further, the males were no gentlemen nor were they real men. Real men acknowledge the company they keep.