It’s important to have good communication skills in a relationship, right? We all know I haven’t been in a solid relationship in quite some time, but I do believe that tenet still holds, especially when it comes to text messages. I have literally carried on year-long+ relationships primarily via text.
Check out my favorite recent text. I think it conveys so much in so few words.
“Miss you need you want you now!!!”
I get text messages of a similar fashion several nights a week, crescendoing into the weekend. Given these poetic blurbs that sit in my text message inbox, I wasn’t surprised to find the one above except for the fact that it came in at 7:08am on a Sunday morning. When my T-mobile cell phone did it’s abbreviated jingle for the text coming through, I tossed over in frustration in my bed, “Fucking New York friends of mine have no fucking clue I’m three hours behind!”
When I finally woke up and stumbled into the kitchen where my cell phone sits charging overnight sandwiched between my cookbooks and the refrigerator, I gasped at the text, “Bryan! What a tweaker!” I imagined him grinning ear-to-ear on the EndUp dance floor, his friends smoking outside in the patio, the music throbbing, everyone bobbing their heads like automatons.
Ahh yeah, sure. Let me drive right over. I’m so in the mood for techno music right now.
Instead, I opened my fridge. Pulled out the carton of Berkeley Farm eggs. Cracked three into a bowl with kitten designs that Conrado had given me for my birthday. I whisked quickly. This is your brain on drugs. A runny yellowy slime.