Does the journey end before it even starts?
About 20 minutes ago I received a text message split into two parts:
First message:
"Hey sorry i didnt want to wake you up.. But do you think i could get a raincheck on lunch today? I just woke up to like 25 messages to my dad sayin that he is"
2nd message about a minute later:
"coming to btowntoday to see my apartment and take me to dinner.. So hopefully we can go sometime this week!
"
Thats a long fucking text message. Have I ever ranted about how much I hate text messaging? Getting them is ok but I hate replying with them. Its a pain in the scrotum typing them out on a number keypad. Sometime my mom will send me text messages with like 10 questions in them. You know what I do? I fucking ignore them. What, you won't me to write a fucking novel on a 1Xhalf inch screen and a touch pad that makes me push "7" 8 times and wait not less than 3 seconds in between the 4th and 5th press (or it will go all the way back to inputting a "q") just so I can type a word with a double 's??? FUCK YOU MOM.
So anyways I decided to explicitly leave the ball in her court and replied:
"Hey no prob, gimme a call sometime!"
I debated at length whether or not to use an exclamation point at the end. I decided to go with my gut and look jubilantly enthusiastic. I think I made a huge mistake.