It dawned on me recently that some of my best friendships—meaning ones that I’ve cultivated in person first—are now largely limited to text.
But not just any text: In fact, the virtual back-and-forth I have with friends, some who live near, some who live far, has resulted in some of the richest conversations of my life. The communication gets creative, too: We send stream-of-consciousness audio messages, bullet pointed recaps of our days that cover an extreme amount of detail or sometimes just something funny we found online. (This one recently made the rounds.)
Ever so rarely, a FaceTime gets suggested—but that is hardly the norm. On the contrary, the flurry of text messages can be short and sweet, or it can go back and forth for an hour with neither person ever deigning to move their thumb toward the call button. In-person time is even more difficult to come by.
But how come? Are we too busy for each other? And, if so, what does all this texting say about the general health of our friendships? Are our relationships OK?