Spend any amount of time talking to me or getting to know me, you're bound to figure out one thing about me--my phone is essentially an extension of me. No matter where I am or who I'm with, I'm usually sending or receiving a text message. It's my gateway to my friends and family.
How fascinating it is to be able to call together a group of friends for dinner or drinks. How cool it is to be able to share events and fun with your entire network of friends in an instant. No matter where you are, you can share. At the beach? At the Bar? At the Game? Somebody can't be there? Share a piece of the action.You'd think this was a blog about my new-found fascination with texting. But, quite the opposite, I guess it's going on 5 years since I was bit by the text bug. Until recently, it just felt that cool that I was always tied in with the people I liked to have around.I don't know if it's burnout or if the novelty is wearing off, but I've just kinda had it with texting. Much like being around me day-to-day, I'm sure there's things I say that rub people the wrong way. So, being an extension of me, it's only natural that similar behavior would radiate from my phone. But, lately, it seems that not a single message goes out without somebody bemoaning it.Whaaaaa! You send too many messages. Boo hoo. You hurt my feelings. Woe is me. You pointed out the obvious about my favorite superstar. Or, heck, even ignoring the fun stuff. Whatever the case may be, it's lost its fun for me. I don't think I've ever texted anything that I don't say to people face-to-face when we're together.So, I guess, sharing my fun, interacting as if we were all together and saying wish you were here has somehow become a lot less fun for me. Ting-a-ling.
