Do you know what I don’t like? I don’t like texting. I’m not talking about this type of texting, where I’m writing shit on a keyboard and uploading it through some software to a website for people to read. I’m talking about texting on cell phones. What the fuck is that shit about? I find that mostly it’s kids doing this shit, a lot of teenagers think that texting each other is hella cool apparently. I was at a movie theater once and you see all these flip phones glowing in the theater during the lovely pre movie trivia bullshit and I was wondering if the fuckers were checking the time or what, then I realized they were texting each other. The bad part was that they were probably texting their retarded friend two seats over from them.
Of course I’ve come to the realization of late that it isn’t just clueless teens that are sending text messages back and forth like they are on instant pestering, it is also some older people as well… like my age and up. Look, I’ve only got one thing to say to my generation about sending text messages… STOP IT! It looks just as stupid as being in your 30’s and still wearing your hat backwards. Texting is not a testament to your youth and will not make you look any younger to anyone so just stop doing it.
Here’s my problem with the whole texting thing, aside from it being fucking stupid. If you have to dial the person’s number anyway to send them this message… then fucking call them and TALK to them. I don’t think I’ve ever sent a text message, and I don’t respond to them either. I get a text message it’s like, oh well, if they really give a shit they’d call. Look, if you really want to half ass communicate with someone and not have to risk actually talking to them on the phone then send an email. I totally accept email for correspondence and don’t even consider that too bad.
Of course there are a few instances where a text message is ok, like when you’ve just had a baby and you text everyone the good news or something to that matter, but to just say hey!! No… just no.
As I sit here and I’m typing shit about whatever, I was thinking back to the past about some shit, like before my dad died. I remember in sixth grade that I was the kid with the boom box. For those young ones that have made it this far, a boom box was a huge ass radio and if you were cool, it also had the cassette deck in it, and if you were rich, it had the double cassette deck in it. The reason that came to my mind is I was listening to some of my songs on my computer and had some Twisted Sister come up… old old school shit right there. Anyway, back in the days when I would take music to school, I had the boom box but I only had two cassette tapes to take to school. Of course I could have borrowed my dads Conway Twitty and been beaten up or something, so I took my two cassettes I owned… Twisted Sister’s Stay Hungry and Huey Lewis & the News’ Sports. As you can see, I was an MTV child for sure, because I know my next cassette was Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual. I don’t remember if I ever made it to school with that one or not before we moved.
Oh well, that was my ADD moment of the day… fuck texting!