What do you mean you don’t text?

“I don’t text.”

Are you speaking a foreign language?

You must be.

Because I swear you just said you DON’T text. Image

So I am finding out a few pet peeves that I have that I really didn’t know I had. Well basically because I have never been confronted with them before.

I have been talking with this girl for a little over a month now, mostly through Facebook and phone. So one day I asked her if she texts. Her response was “No, I don’t text.”

Wait, what?

It took about an hour for this to sink in. And literally the conversation in my head was, Did she really say she doesn’t text? That can’t be right. Everyone text. Well except my mother, but she’s 76 and though her non-texting still kind of annoys me, I understand. But, this woman. But…..but……WTF?

I even talked to Bona about it last night and she gave me the same look that I imagined I had when she told me she didn’t text. That look like we were both looking at someone with a third eye.

Yes, I understand some people can over use and abuse it. Texting every second of the day and freaking out when someone doesn’t text right back and so on and so on. But, not to text at ALL?

I mean texting can be that perfect little communication that lets someone know you are on the way without stopping and making a phone call and have it turn into some long draw out conversation. Well, I am not on my way now because I am on the phone with you talking about your doctors appointment that you had today. We could be having this conversation in person because if you texted and I would have sent one saying I was on my way, I WOULD ALREADY BE THERE!

It’s also the perfect little communication to send to someone telling them that you are thinking about them. Can’t call right now…wrong place or time to do that, but a text…. perfect for just about any place or time. It’s a great tool to use to say “hey, you’re in my thoughts.” I mean don’t send that twenty times in a day…that’s creepy and stalkish. But, to send someone that you are interested in a quick little note is to me very sweet and always brings a smile to my face. It’s one of those…….awwwww, how sweet moments. And I truthfully believe that you should want to give those moments to someone you are interested in or special in your life. Otherwise they may think I’m just not that into them when I very much am. What kind of fool would be totally into someone and not try to do little things, or big things, to let them know exactly that.

Like I tell everyone…mind reading costs extra. I am not going to sit over here and try to guess what you are thinking or feeling. Because trust me, humans will inherently go to the negative end of the spectrum. They will think a thousand horrible, negative thoughts before they ever get to the positive side. Kind of like your mom always said “Just call to let me know you are ok, that way I don’t think you are dead in a ditch somewhere.” SAME CONCEPT. Though I am sure mom’s say just text now instead of call. It’s just the progression of the society and world we live in.

Hi, welcome to the year 2013. Please have your phones available and have your text feature poised and ready!

So, in conclusion….Not texting is a pet peeve of mine. And just about a deal breaker for me. And for this woman it is a deal breaker. If this stood alone I could over look it and learn to live with it…but when you talk about your ex constantly and not call for days on end and then send me a Facebook message constantly saying “I will call you after”, whatever the new “after” is and then not call at all. Wow that texting thing, just became a deal breaker. Sorry, moving along!


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