Novel Text

So as I have said previously (see Drowning), I do not like e-mail. The same is true for texts. There are various reasons for this. 1.) I see them as highly impersonal. I find it exceedingly difficult to convey the feeling and inflection in a text, as there can be a million interpretations using the same five words (Yes, I  am aware of emojis, *rolls eyes in exasperation*).  2.) For me personally, it is also easier to call and talk with someone than to try to send them a “quick” message. *Scoffs* I do not think that the majority of texts are quick, as I have to decipher what the thought process and context in which a message was sent.
*EXHALES*

So now you are up to speed on that I can move forward with what I initially had to say.
I just received a text (in response to a text or verbal conversation) and I was so infuriated that I found myself spewing a responding text and it became the length of a novel – for a text. Oh dear.  I kept thinking as my fingers are burning up my phone that perhaps I should not send it, as incensed as I was but then I also thought, maybe this will FINALLY get through to this person. As they have not actually listened in regards to the matter being discussed this past month and I quite frankly have had enough.
I don’t know. I’m probably just a weird, and horrible person.

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Jelly Bomb

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. She came out of the lavatory and noted the unmistakable sound – of silence. Panic and dread settled over her as she quickly checked the living room, nothing. She went to the dining room and checked under the table that they would often pretend was a secret hide out, nothing. She turned and looked in the kitchen and opened the pantry door, nothing. Then she turned around once more and that is when she saw it…. Grape jelly smeared all over the counters, dishwasher, oven, and fridge, but no jar of jelly.
She walked back through the living room and her heart sank and the breath was knocked out of her, as she took in what looked like a shrapnel bomb, full of jelly that had gone off. All over the long hallway with what had been, that very morning, a brand new oversized economy jar of grape jelly, now empty but for the bottom quarter-of-an-inch. Part of the way down the hall, the floor looked like someone had installed plum carpeting and the walls and doors was a monotone Jackson Pollock mural that reached over six feet high.
WHAT?!? This was done by tiny humans that were only two and a half feet tall! How on earth did these two toddlers manage to create such a battlefield of destruction in just a handful of minutes was beyond her. Then she heard the laughter of her two little destructive prodigies behind the bedroom door and as it opened, things just got worse. There was jelly on the bed, jelly on the dresser, jelly on a bedroom wall, and the two little boys looked as if they had put purple war paint on all over their little bodies.
She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the hours of cleaning ahead of her. It was then she realized that while it was exasperating to try to clean up such a mess, her boys had been blessed with the rare gifts of curiosity, cooperation and genuine friendship in each other. Realizations like this? Well, it was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

 

 

 

Opening Line

Drowning

So today’s writing prompt, is water… why am I using writing prompts? *Scoffs* Stops to think….Jeopardy theme music plays through once. Ahh, I think it’s because it is a lot easier to use those then to try to narrow down and try to stream line everything that goes through my head. See, that wasn’t so complicated to figure out. That’s good. At least that was easy. Hahahaha Back to the original thought. 94% of my online time yesterday and today has been spent trying to get some of my online accounts managed.

Let me just state for the record, I am NOT a fan of e-mail. Give me paper correspondence and advertisement instead. *Sighs* I know, it’s not “green,” but for crying out loud, if it’s important enough, then that is how you would send it, other wise just forget it. I have felt this way for years now. I avoid checking e-mail, because it just weighs me down mentally. Unfortunately, this also means that (even with my extremely selective sharing of my e-mail address) that I had 498 UNREAD emails just in my inbox, this does not include the one I had taken the time to open and read, the social emails, or the emails that are trying to sell me something, want me to participate in something, and so on. That made for an abominable total well over a thousand.

WHY?!?!?

Why, do we allow this intrusion of our time and space? One reason I believe is that we are expected to not only bare it, but to be proud of it too! If you do not, well you are one odd duck and/or a technological dinosaur. There is a social stigma for those who resist this type of constant electronic assault. I personally have been condescended upon for resisting it. Not only in the professional realm but also the personal. Business associates, friends, and family have all given disparaging looks/remarks and made fun of my resistance to freely sharing and using my e-mail. So there I was yesterday and this morning just drowning in all the useless and irreverent messages. I couldn’t sort and delete fast enough to suit me. *shakes head* Now here I am thinking and talking about it! There has to be a better way.

~Anonymous