Last night, while lounging at Rapture in Astoria, with my entourage, there came a point in the evening when each of us was more preoccupied with looking at our phones than engaging in conversation. While half-heartedly attempting to listen to one another as we updated our Twitters, Facebooks and, yes, even our Tumblrs, it dawned on me: at what cost are we assuring everyone else knows what we’re doing?
In an effort to make sure that everyone else has your up-to-the-minute status, it’s easy to forget that you’re spending time with actual people and in some cases, such as last night, your closest friends! This arouses another question: is it rude if everyone is doing it? I would say, surely not. Why not?
There comes a point in a relationship, be it romantic or otherwise, where the parties reach a certain level of intimacy. Last night, I did not take offense to the tumbling and twittering that was occurring. Be it because at the sake of sounding like a hypocrite, I myself was tumbling, or be it because I knew that no one else would be offended, I paid it no mind. Until, of curse, Caitlin realized that there was a significant lull in conversation. We promptly ceased all networking activities and preceded to get another round of drinks and have a photo shoot. …Obviously.
I think, for the sake of good manors, any blogging that may take that much time out of the evening should be postponed until the morning (or afternoon) after.
