I’ve sat in front of my computer screen for about ten minutes now, what to write, what to say….
What I really want to say is that I’m tired. I’m exhausted actually.
I hold my phone, write out a text, delete some of it, what to write, what to say…bite my nail, exhale. Fix this, George. Say something to make it all better. You’re a writer, you should be able to express yourself, you should be able to show it. A text message. A damn text message. Is this really what it’s coming down to? A text message that holds so much power, how I long for close proximity. Text-fighting. Text-goodnights. Texts that ruin my day. Really? A damn text message. This is all I have. All we have. What to write, what to say. And I wonder why the road has been rough. It’s probably because of the texting.
I remember back when I first got a phone, when I was a freshman in high school. It was one of those fat Nokia phones. I liked it. I didn’t really use it, ever, but I liked having something to carry. Something that was mine, something to put in the purse I got for my birthday. I probably sent about one text a week, to my friend across the classroom, I’d write it out under my desk–SO BORED. HAHA. 🙂
And now–text-relationships, text-make ups, text-break ups, text-get asked out on a date, text it all. Text to save relationships, to hold them together. Is it worth it, is it a good thing we are so easily connected in that way, is it really easier, is it a positive?
Is it even real?