It took a recent NY Times article to force me to admit something. Two things actually.
First, texting is annoying. Like really annoying. I hate it.
This leads into the second thing which is that I’m officially old and Can’t Relate.
“E-mail has never really been a fun thing to use,” said Ms. Judge, 19. “It’s always like, ‘This is something you have to do.’ School is a boring thing. E-mail is a boring thing. It goes together.”
That is a lie. Email has always been fun to use such as when, at age 23, I thought it was fine to email my college friends about my dating exploits using my work email address.
Incidentally, tomorrow is my birthday. I’m probably older than you. Be grateful.
Proof that I’m old: birthday pic taken with Polaroid camera sans irony.
Excerpt from the end of an email I sent to three of my college friends on February 5, 1999:
My new cell phone has text paging.
If, for some reason, you ever find yourself needing to reach me so desperately (ha, ha!), you can send messages to me at http://www.attws.com/general/msg_center/index.html.
I think I’m a little too connected!
Had I been able to look into the future to see Twitter, my little mind would have been blown.
Actually he always had one. Recently he took the time to learn how to use it. This is the first picture he sent me.
Based on the hair cut and braces, I was twelve years old.
I can’t even imagine what else Dad will scan and send.
Sugar Daddy, please.
I could really make great use of this Mophie iPad stand in my office.
And I realize it’s not expensive, but I’m trying to be a good girl and let other people buy me stuff.