Nope, this is not about an addiction. This is about careless texting! I am the worst! Admittedly, I prefer to text than to talk on the phone. I know, this is frowned upon by many. Those who feel that mankind is losing our interpersonal skills. We no longer know how to communicate with one another as humans. Just normal "talking" is slipping away. Everything now is a status update, a tweet, or a text. Sorry folks, that's the way it is. Technology isn't going away.
For me personally, I just like it better for the logistics of it all. It's not always easy to have a phone conversation when you have two kids, and/or when you're running around all day running errands, and just being on the go all the time. There are different time frames throughout the day that I text different groups of people at varying frequencies. For example, from the early waking hours, through lunchtime, I text a lot with my sisters. The afternoon and evenings is when I tend to text with my close friends. Of course there are variations on these general time frames, but you get the gist.
Texting is also logistically convenient when I'm talking with a new person in my life- whether it's a new friend that I met at preschool drop offs and pick ups, or a new guy that I might be interested in, etc, texting is just a lot less pressure. Who doesn't hate that dead-air feeling of not knowing what to say next, when you don't know the other person on the line that well?
So here's the problem.. Because I text so many of my friends and family everyday, lately, I've been screwing up! I reply to the wrong person as a result of trying to hold two or three "conversations" at the same time. I stuck my foot in my mouth BIG TIME earlier this week by sending an embarrassing text that was meant for my best friend, to the guy I'm talking to... fucking horrendous! Funny, yes. But horrendous none the less. And I just did it again... I meant to send a funny text to one of my girlfriends about tattooing my face. "Tysoning" it, if you will. Buuut, because I'm trying to multitask and not paying attention, it went to the same guy AGAIN. Such a dumbass. So, ok, that's something I need to work on.
Side bar- I went out job hunting today, and got a bite! I went to seven restaurants (well, really 6, but I stalked the owner of another restaurant that is being built to give him my resume), and by 6pm tonight, I already got my first shift. This Sunday at 3, I start waiting tables at a local Italian restaurant. The owner of a seafood restaurant sounded promising about a few bartending shifts too. So that's that. Moving forward. I'm not sure what got the fire lit under me to finally get off my ass and get back out there into school and work and the social world, but God, it feels good to be back in the world again.
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