I can remember when my husband and I first started dating. Way back when. You know what it’s like, you get each other’s numbers, you start texting each other and if you’re anything like we were, texts go flying backwards and forwards like crazy and it goes on like that for a while. Then one day, out of the blue, he rang me. I won’t lie, I went into a panic. I was like “Oh my God, he’s RINGING me?!”
It’s safe to say that from that moment on, I realised that I was 100% a texter and not a talker.
To be fair, this isn’t the greatest of examples, I mean why shouldn’t he call me? We were dating after all and he probably got fed up of texting when he would actually prefer to talk to his new girlfriend. So that’s perfectly fine. But it was definitely this moment that I realised that I preferred to text people.
With texts there’s less pressure. I can think about my answers. I can reply in my own time. I don’t have to make conversation when I’m really not in the mood.
I understand that sometimes a phone call IS necessary. Something might be that urgent that you need speak with someone immediately and in other instances from time to time it’s nice to have a catch up. But what really gets on my nerves is when people will phone you just to ask you a question that doesn’t require an immediate answer. It’s a phone call that then takes place for no real reason, filled with inane unnecessary waffle, whilst I, stand there rolling my eyes trying to think of things to say when really all I want to do is hang up and go about my day. But I don’t of course, because I’m polite.
If I didn’t need further confirmation of my communication preference, I got it anyway recently at work when we had a fun day of taking part in the Myers Briggs personality test. If you haven’t heard of this before I really recommend you have a look at the website. It’s a fantastic way to discover more about yourself that you may not already know. I won’t go into it here as it’s a whole new post, but to cut a long story short, I discovered I was introverted, sensing, feeling and judging, also know in Myers Briggs terms as ISFJ. It’s a common trait of an ISFJ to prefer to text! So there we have it. It’s all part of who I am and there’s not a jot I can do about it!
Bizarrely in some weird twist of irony I ended up marrying a talker, not a texter! Well they do say opposites attract…! It’s just good we’ve got way past the stage of making polite conversation and I can just say “I’m going now!” when I’m on the phone and I literally have nothing remotely worthwhile to add to the conversation!
That’s the hubby sorted, it’s just everyone else that I need to work on. Who knows, maybe this blog post might be a subtle hint!
How about you, are you a talker or a texter? Let me know in the comments…!
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