This weekend I attended a texting party. What's a texting party, you ask? - It's a gathering of people at a local bar or lounge where instead of people talking to each other, they're texting people who are not there. The party wasn't officially labeled a "texting party," rather guests were invited under the guise that they'd be attending one of those birthday parties women are so fond of throwing themselves. I sat there, one of the few who wasn't texting, looking around wondering why any of these iPhone and Blackberry brandishing people even bothered showing up. And more importantly, I wondered why this behavior is now socially acceptable? Clearly, these people would rather be talking to people that weren't there.
I'd have rather been home watching TV. Would it have been okay if I put a portable TV on the table, took my pants off, and started flipping through the channels? How about if I stopped on Skin-emax? Could I have asked the waitress for a box of Kleenex, and REALLY made myself at home? It would have been just as inappropriate as what the texters were doing. To me, nothing says "I don't wanna be here" more than someone incessantly texting at 11:30 on a Saturday night. And when I say "incessant," I mean they were clicking away on those micro keyboards like a bunch of Lois Lanes struggling to get that hot story in before the paper went to press at midnight.
The irony of it all is that had the texters actually been in the same room as the people they were texting, they'd be texting other people entirely.