Mixed signals

The hardest thing for me to do is to communicate over text message.  Sure, it’s easy and convenient, but it is also so hard to interpret.  Tone of voice is missing, and joking around can be viewed as insulting or blase.  Key and Peele demonstrate Text message confusion

Especially with a brain injury, texts can get misconstrued, leaving you to be like, “So that’s how they really feel,” I know that I personally feel insulted but perhaps I’m just a little too sensitive, and I over- analyze EVERYTHING.  I myself am guilty of starting out a light, fun non-committal conversation over text and then go back, re-read that same conversation and realize that it may have been taken the wrong way.  Then trying to call and explain a certain situation, that person has already gotten offended, in a bad mood and just not wanting to discuss the particular topic.  The caller is then put through to voicemail.  I have even ASKED people not to text with me, but I still strike up text conversations anyway.

In reading an article about Miscommunication, it often makes conversation seem insincere.  Women have the most difficult time in  relationships through text, another article states.  When we use texting to apologize/wok out differences or to make decisions, it effects the relationship adversely.  PICK UP THE PHONE! Or better yet, talk in person!  Most decisions are not something to be taken lightly, and via text message many details are left out, plus the added exclusion of intonation and tone of voice.   A psychology website even states that the words in a text message could take on a different meaning due to the feelings that you could already have of the relationship.

Some of my friends won’t even pick up the phone when I call, they only prefer to converse through text message.  Especially my friends from high school will mostly talk through text (the few that are still in contact with me- which would be like 2 or 3).  One high school friend, my closest high school friend, even announced through text that she eloped and got married!  Took the wedding picture with her cell phone~ I mean, how much more MILLENNIAL can some people get?

Texting is almost an addiction.  It’s just so much easier/more convenient/time efficient to type out a little note than to make the effort to actually call and TALK to another person.  Part of the problem of our generation but more so a problem of the generations yet to come.  Now a days, you can communicate from the comfort of behind a screen, through email, instant message, texting whatever and thus are raising the younger adults WITHOUT ANY social skills whatsoever.  It’s Facebook this, Twitter that, and it SERIOUSLY IS AN ADDICTION!

According to multiple online articles I have read, the millennial generation has been defined as coming of age around the turn of the century, or being born before then.  Being born in 1981, I am supposedly a first generation millennial according to most studies;  I was 19 years old as the year 2000 came about.

Does anyone even remember 20 years ago, before everyone was constantly available to talk to, contact by email, or through text?


My house grew up with a landline phone and a typewriter.  It wasn’t until I was at least in third grade that we got one of the first types of computer, and we were the first family on r street to get one. In high school, we didn’t have cell phones, we had pagers which meant that one person would leave a number and the owner of the pager would need to  a) find a landline  and b) call the other person’s landline to talk.  We had pager codes to tell everyone apart (mine was 55, meaning Kelly Kapowski since I was a cheerleader).  We would use the letters connected to the number pad on the phones to send these cryptic text messages.   If we weren’t home in high school when someone called, we weren’t home.  Now with the influx of technology, that has wiped everything away- you are always available.  Back then (now I sound old) it was easy to separate work life and home life but not so much anymore.  Let’s say you just didn’t want to be bothered; your mom calls on your cell and you don’t feel like talking to her.  Then she would call my regular home phone, and I’d have to picj up or else my little Chazz dog would start howling.


About Danielle!

A young professional Longwood University alum, with a traumatic brain injury having previously worked in the Therapeutic Recreation field with the elderly at nursing homes in Fairfax, VA. Now as a TBI advocate, trying to help others learn more about TBIs is involved in support groups, as well as very involved in my church, child care, and working part-time at a library
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