From the perspective of a 16-year-old girl, I would have to say yes, texts are a ticking time bomb. Call me old fashioned, but honestly, I don’t trust that shit. They are so unpredictable. Now I could lie to you and say that is the reason I don’t text people much, but the plain truth is that my social battery is like a fucking iPhone battery, that shit goes down quick. But I predict that I have dodged a few dramas by not texting that much. Then again, I predicted that Covid would at least wipe out Donald Trump (we still got time I guess).

That last statement was literally so unnecessary, but you know I love a good Donal Trump hate comment. But yeah, texting can go wrong pretty easily. Even a few of my posts might go in the wrong direction based on this one thing that I want to talk to you about today. My problem? Well, sometimes I feel like everyone hates- OH, SHIT you mean my problem with texts? My problem with THAT is you can’t convey the right tone in texts.

Family Fights

One time I found myself in a messy situation because of miscommunication was 2 years ago when I was in school. My sister could drive at that time and texted me, later on, to tell me that I had left a bit of my lunch in the boot of her car and asked where I was so she could give it to me. I said I was in the assembly hall and my sister was like “oh, well you can just get it from the 6th form centre because I can’t be bothered to go down there” and I was like, fair enough, but then I asked her what class she was in next and she said Chemistry.

You don’t know my school, but you walk past the assembly hall to get to Chemistry, so I said “why don’t you give it to me on your way to Chemistry then?” That was a genuine question because I thought it would be easier for us both, but then I get a reply and, although this isn’t the word for word, she was like “DON’T BE SO FUCKING RUDE! THIS ISN’T EVEN MY JOB! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN FORGET YOUR FUCKING LUNCH YOU DUMB SHIT”. So obviously there was a bit of a mix up in tone and ended up with her screaming at me from the other side of the corridor with people just staring at me and the drama even though I had no clue what the fuck was going on 🙂

Stamdard School Situation

My teacher would be loving all this alliteration, but anyways, another way I got myself kinda in the middle of something was last year (a.k.a 2 months ago) and we were doing some sort of school thing where only 17 of us were in it. Honestly, the red flags were flapping in the wind like it was the 12th of July in NI but I still chose to stay in the group. Let’s just say, the first red flag is that there is this one really strong-headed person who thinks they are the best and that everyone loves them when in reality everyone slabbers about them and just dislikes them passionately.

To sum it up, we had to decide on a product to make for a business. It took forever and being just below him in terms of ranking, I decided that after weeks and weeks of deliberation, today was gonna be the day where we would just do a vote and bish bash bosh, democracy is where it’s at. The header, who obviously thought his idea was the best, was like “ok” and we did the whole going around the room hands up business. And guess what? His idea was lost by quite a lot I must admit. It was basically just his 3 goons who voted for him.

So, while I boss-bitched that situation, he goes off slabbering about me and the idea and being just a fucking prick and saying the shittest stuff and then would text into the group chat the dumbest, rudest shite. And while I can have some risky words in this blog, I really had to hold back in the texts. It was just whenever he would start attacking random people or start being fucking rude that I couldn’t just watch. Now I know you probably think I am trying to make myself the hero, but I must admit I probably shouldn’t have gotten involved, but what’s done is done and it needed to be said.

Texting while you are angry is a mess and a half because you send it without thinking and bam there is no going back. And it may take you a while to regret it, like a high school relationship, but it usually does happen.

Too Far

You see, I have a particular sense of humour. And I mean very particular. Bordering on a niche. Bordering on monopoly. So sometimes I make a joke that I find fucking hilarious, but with further thought, I kinda think it is suitable. Kinda like when you laugh at some kid that just fell. I’ll go to hell for it for sure but I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it.

So the thing is, with texts you have even less time to think in my opinion. Your fingers have typed and sent it before you even finished the joke in your head. Usually, this happens to me by making jokes about my dad’s age. The thing is he literally isn’t that old. I’ll not tell you exactly, but he just left his mid-life crisis. So take what you want from that. But anyway, I realised I had literally been making so many jokes about his age within the past few days and was like “oh shit I hope he doesn’t get hurt by that” and then, as a result, I am here trying to be the nicest person ever.

Maybe he doesn’t give a fuck but he could and now he has a whole line of texts with me making jokes about his age. They are hella funny, but we can’t talk about that right now.

Anyways, yeah, while my English teacher may think otherwise, you can’t represent your emotions very well by just words. Like if you are someone who is naturally anxious, you may read their text in a different way than they intended. So it’s a dangerous thing to do. And that is why I don’t social 🙂 I hope you have a great day, stay safe and stay yourself PERIODT.

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