Why the age of communication gives me a rash sometimes

Below is a Facebook communication that I stumbled upon by a couple of my friends. At first glance it just looks like people making plans, but when you stand back from it you realize that it’s people making plans to make salsa (albeit this may be code for hookin’ up) a week from when they are writing it and they can’t meet up even then, but have to juggle their three weekend schedules to make this happen.

I never thought that I’d be more loose than most of the people that I know, but scheduling in a social life like this is just nuts and it didn’t used to be like this. In the Pre-Facebook & Pre-Mobile era of Common Sense-ism, plans would go like this:

“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I’m on the phone talking to you, ass. Otherwise, nothing.”
“Cool, I’m coming over.”
“Cool.”
An alternative ending to this would be:
“Nah dude, I’m fucking lazy right now and need a nap.”
“Cool, I’ll check in with you later.”
“Cool.”

The phone would hang up and you’d go over and have the same exact, meaningless time chilling out with friends that we schedule in now. I want to blame the technology because naturally I want to seem cool by ripping on my source of income. But I realize that isn’t it. Human beings, when not put in a push-to-shove, go-time, that-bear-is-hungry-and-looking-at-me moment of decisiveness are just generally lame.

It just sucks that any time myself or #1 Fan try to push the decision envelope, we’re thought to be grumpy or impatient. I don’t really understand why other than there are some time of people who distill sexual/salsa pleasure out of delaying a final decision as long as possible. But really, there is a tremendous, wafting cesspool or truth in the fact that life is what happens when you’re making plans.

Why the age of communication gives me a rash sometimes