Sunday, October 26, 2008
Shut up. I said, almost.
I'm hoping that by admitting it, I will come to terms with the reality that I am no longer 17 and therefore have no reason to text constantly (Seriously, have you ever stood behind a group of high schoolers at a basketball game? They are all staring at their phones.) Colin added a text package to our phones, so now I can text guilt free. I mean, why call someone when texting is so much more impersonal? I find myself texting pointless things like, "I just ate an entire piece of Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake. By myself." (Sorry Jess. But really, is that pointless?)
Texting used to make me feel old. I felt like the fad had totally passed me by. I was like one of those grumpy people who say, "Why in the blazes would anyone need a cell phone? Or for that matter an answering machine? If it's important, they'll call back!" Once my brother texted me and I texted him back and said, "quit texting me. you owe me 50 cents now."
True story: One of Colin's students and our former babysitter set the national record for texts in one month: 6,000.
In college, we all had laptops. Me and my bff (Hi Lindsay!) would be having a converstation with someone, and we would be IMing back and forth things about that person. While we were talking with them. Things like:
turtlespeed81: what is going through her head.
mle6181: i dont' know know. she is redonkulous.
turtlespeed81: I wish she would leave
mle6181: seriously. go away.
See, we were so nice. All of that to say, I haven't figured out how to text someone about a person I am currently having a conversation with. I suppose I could quit talking about people in general. But I'm among friends here so let's face it, that's probably not going to happen.