Today I am here to sing the praises of texting!
I never thought I would like texting. But now that I have a phone I am surprisingly fond of it. It has connected me with old friends in a way that all the pseudo magical garbage of the Internet never quite did. I think it might be the low floor of quality it requires. I'm so tired of all this quality. Not everything can be as good as this blog you're reading! I need a super low point of entry. Writing Grape an email always demanded coherent sentences, or a reason for a message. Texting is not like that. Texting is free. Texting is 'it's the thought that counts' because anything more significant requires tedious thumbwork.
Watch, I'll text him now:
Oh, right, I don't have a way to show you my text.
Maybe if you gave me your number I could text it?
The point is though, that I texted him. It took four seconds, and much like sending my other friend Jim a picture of cheese at a grocery store, it was the thought that counted. And I barely even had to think the thought! I didn't worry if they liked it. I am not waiting for a response. I require no thanks. It was merely a microsecond of hanging out on my terms. I don't really have a lot of minutes or hours or days or years I am keen to bandy about, but microseconds? I'm still willing to spend microseconds freely.
Sure, seize the moment! Live for today. Reach for the stars. But there's plenty of time for a text first:
Hey friend, am reaching for stars now.