One of the things I enjoy about card making is that little bit of ‘personal touch’ that goes into each one, especially when I have someone specific in mind.
Like my blog, I never thought it would take off the way it did or give me so much pleasure.
I was always one to write letters rather than phone, and emails are OK, but not so personal as a handwritten letter with scrawl and spelling mistakes which can of course be corrected when typed onto a computer. Sometimes speed is of the essence and email or text is great for that, provided of course it is read in the first place. I have sent emails in the past and received no response whatsoever, so begin to question whether those accounts still exist, are ever accessed, or basically have become a thing of the past and replaced with social media technology with no individual personality.
Neither Hubby nor I are on FB, instagram, twitter or similar, nor do we wish to be, though I can accept that for many, this is the easiest means of contact some people have with their friends or family. Personally I do not see much point in having, say, a FB page to read what is targeted at ‘everyone’ rather than personal messages between individuals.
We don’t know enough people to warrant one anyway, and certainly would not want to be added to the round robins of other people’s lists. Perhaps this is a fault on my part, but at whose convenience is it to have one, the reader or the writer? It all depends on the size of your social circle I suppose. Ours equates to about a full stop, so one on one suits us best.
In the general ‘anyone on my list can read’ society, can we really get to know a person, what they are doing, how they are, how they feel, or more importantly if they have any worries they may wish to confide in a trusted friend or family member? Social media is not exactly private, though there are probably ways of making it so.
I was advised of my Mum’s passing by text. Details of her funeral were dispatched across FB despite my having asked previously and directly if anything had been arranged, yet it was considered my fault I hadn’t got the memo. I suppose I was lucky in being included in the addendum about children being allowed, otherwise I might never have known.
Does this therefore lead to being secretive rather than the potential of all and sundry reading our innermost thoughts and concerns? The fact that someone takes the time to put pen to paper to one particular person appears to be a rarity these days. A letter hitting the mat that isn’t a bill, bank statement or junk mail can mean so much to the recipient, especially those who are not on-line, computer savvy, or social media participants.
I am lucky to have some personal and very dear friends who keep in touch by email.
Like a letter, it doesn’t have to be every day, but the personal tones count far more than an abbreviated message on a forum accessed by hundreds, some of which may be total strangers to the writer.