I’m a big fan of texting.
Otherwise, I loathe talking on the phone … and FaceTiming … and Facebooking. I’ve never actually Skyped, although it looks glitchy and makes me think of Max Headroom. I tolerate Twittering, which is a lot like passing notes in a crowded room.
Did you ever think that once picture phones became cheap and functional, people would prefer to send electronic telegrams?
I remember years ago being surprised when friends said their young-adult son was an avid texter. Now I get it. Texting is a male thing, a digital grunt.
You can respond to people in your own time, in your own way, and reduce the chance your words will be twisted or misunderstood. People try to say too much in email, which doesn’t have either the nuance of voice inflection or the truth-distilling properties of brevity.