Halloween is fast approaching. Another one of those hellidays from my childhood. I know it would be shocking to my readers that Evanesco was quite shy as a wee wizard. Back then, I was wishing the vanishing spell on myself. I obviously got over it. Truthfully, if I am in a social situation with strangers it takes a while for me to warm up. But, among friends or people I like, it can be non-stop chatter...almost entirely on my part.
So, this newest form of communication sometimes has me surprizingly baffled. Texting.
I am guilty as charged in this department. I found that it is a fun and easy way throughout my busy day to touch base with friends or loved ones to let them know I'm thinking of them. I don't have many that I text with. Just a select few who either "get" my texts or I cannot freely telephone and actually converse.
My fellow single, co-workers are younger than I. They mainly communicate via the texting. One, who is closer to my age,shares my view of texting: a quick and easy way to share fun but I would rather talk to you for real. It was when this friend asked what was new with one of my recent male "friends" that it hit me what was new. So, it was she who I knew I could confess my latest annoyance, "He is a sexter." My friend rolled her eyes with understanding. Sexting should be self explanatory. If you do not understand this term...move along and read another blog.
Recently, I encountered someone of the opposite sex who feels texting is the only way to communicate. I probably did not help this by communicating back to him this way. In my own defense I said right to his face once, "you could call me,you know." which he complied for a whopping two times. What has evolved since then is something incredibly annoying. I text what I feel is an open line to communicating on an actual friend level and he replies with sext. Ummm, I should be flattered that I even receive a sext at my age but I admit it baffles me when it never goes any further. I guess it's like porn to me. Why watch strangers doing what I would rather do with a real live man? If you are going to sext me, you better have something to back it up, buster. Back in the dinosaur age of telephones you used to get the 4am, drunk booty call. I guess if you had enough balls to actually pick up a phone and speak in to it, you already committed to wanting some booty. But sexting is the least personal of the booty calls.This is coming from a person who will admit that she herself has a problem with a real relationship. In my mind I am the perfect girlfriend for the commitment phobe. I love you and only you~ but do not be up my ass 24/7. But, on that note: If you can't make an effort to talk to me, then don't expect me to booty you, ok?
Rant of the day over.
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