Communication is more than a Wall Post

If we’re not careful, F@cebook can give us a false sense of reality. In other words, you might mistake real relationships for the occasional status update and reconnection. Don’t fall into the trap of thinking that you are friends with 220 people just because F@cebook says you are. Friendships take lots of work and commitment from both parties. I understand the concept behind reconnect with a friend”, but if F@cebook has to remind you to reconnect with somebody, you were not close to begin with.

As I've said before, communication is an ongoing thing. I've noticed one problem that has hid in the shadows among other problems; we have lost our voice. People are too afraid of what others think if they tell them the truth. We have to love that other person enough to tell them the truth.

Another thing that's important is we have to learn when to step back and be quiet. That's right. There are times that we need to hold our tongue. Words can be used to build up or tear down, so we have to be mindful of that. Someone once told me, "If you don't know the purpose of a thing, you'll abuse it." In other words, if you don't understand the power that the tongue has, you're headed for trouble.

How do you use technology in your daily lives?

Comments

tam7777 said…
I agree on this one. Relationships are lots of work.
3:00 PM
The Blonde Duck said…
SOOOO true! Everyone has facebook friends but we hardly have real friends anymore.
5:10 PM
Q, La, and Gooner said…
Hmmmmmm. I don't think a good friend is defined by how often you talk to someone. I have friendships, deep meaningful friendships, that pick up where we left off three months ago. But I see what you are saying FB has both good AND bad points.
9:41 PM
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