At the risk of sounding like I'm two hundred as well as a complete loser, I make the following proclamation:
I hate texting.
Okay, hate is maybe a strong word. In some (limited) situations, I think texting is very good. For example, if I'm at a crazy person's home I can't very well call up my cousin Becky and be all like, "Oh my sweet Lord Bex, you would not believe what this crazy snatch just said to me!" as said crazy snatch would actually hear me saying it and that wouldn't be good, right? But I can totally send her a text message which reads, "I'm going to cut a bitch!" and she completely understands where I'm going with it. Even without words. Becky and I, incidentally, have the kind of connection in which I could send her a text that read "!" and she would be all like, "Dude. I know" We're close like that and maybe that's why she's pretty much the only person I text, ever. And frankly, I text her almost never, even though I love her so bad and she's entirely too far away from me all the time. I just really hate texting.
I'm not good at texting, even though I can type like a mo-fo. The letters are too small or maybe my chubby little fingers are just too fat. It's cumbersome. It took me like two and half years to figure out how to make a space which means that any texts I sent during that learning period were even more ridiculous because they looked like one big smooshed up word. While Me+Grammar do not equal love forever or anything, I don't want to look like a big stupid head either. And I totally do.
I think mostly though, I really don't like that my family texts me. Information such as "Your brother got married" or "Grandma died this morning" should not come from text messages (I'm not kidding about either of those, incidentally). I know, I know. It's a time-crunched world and we are time-crunched people. Calling everyone would be a lot to do and well, what good is technology if you don't use it?
But sometimes I get lonely here. Sometimes it's good to hear a person's voice, instead of reading words on a tiny screen. Sometimes...well, sometimes it would just be nice to know that someone is out there and that I matter enough to them that they want to hear my voice too. Not every time, maybe. But sometimes.
I don't know. I feel like a hypocrite with my not-even-hand-signed Christmas cards and my copious use of email. But still. Talking would be okay. Every now and then.