For Fuck's Sake | Issue 12
Text Me With Your Best Shot
Although pre-teen me and actual me still share a love of Jesse McCartney, we now disagree about texting, because I am now sort of grown-up and have absolutely no desire to hear about all the banal shit going on in people’s lives. Either entertain me, or fuck off, ya know? I don’t like having to drag my attention away from whatever worthwhile thing I am doing (eating, sleeping, etc.) in order to read about how someone is not up to much right now and about their average day. We are all having average days. So why do we need to tell each other about it? I just hate the fact that people think they need to be in contact so constantly that they literally have nothing interesting to say to each other anymore.
The worst thing about texts is their lack of tone. There are so many ways in which this can bite you in the ass.
1. You make a super funny sarcastic joke, but the genius of it is lost in translation and suddenly whoever you are texting thinks you actually do have lucid dreams about anal sex with Aaron Gilmore.
2. You have a freakout because someone sends a message with a full stop at the end, which obviously means that they are mad at you and think you’re a terrible person.
3. You put an “x” at the end of a message a little bit too soon in a relationship, then panic about whether they are going to “x” you back. These days, the person I text the most is my mum because she will always “x” me back.
For the above reasons, it makes me laugh when people get a text message and say something like, “Holy shit, someone loves me!” or, “Oh my God, I’m popular!” What? Someone wiggled their thumb around a little screen for you. Big fucking deal. You aren’t popular. You’re a disaster.