I’ve become convinced that all names in my cell phone should consist of two items: a recognizable name, and bold-faced instructions in the case of inevitable drunken text messaging.
After a night filled with friends, multiple bars, and car bombs (whose bright idea was that?!) I spent a morning going through my outbox as a reminder of who I should probably apologize to. To my credit, I did send the following message to a few good friends:
“I’m trying to avoid sending embarrassing text messages right now so I’m calling you. How are you?”
This went out to people I hadn’t seen in a while, and anyone who knows me well enough to understand. I got a few cute responses, which should have been the end of it.
But, I clearly don’t know how to leave well enough alone. First of all, I had gotten a message from this guy earlier in the evening, saying “Hey u, long time no talk. Hows ur summer going?” I was annoyed when I received it, but had decided that no response sent the plainest message.
With a little liquid courage on my side I decided it was a good idea to say:
“I still hold a lot of anger. I try not to, but its tough to forgive you. Seriously”
I don’t regret this one all together. It was to the point, without being outright rude, and actually articulated what I was feeling better than I had ever admitted to myself.
But then, I decided to change two names in my phone book of guys I notoriously send completely inappropriate messages to as last call approaches. High School Boyfriend now reads “HSB DON’T B DUMB”, because I always tend to write silly stuff like, “You’re my favorite” or “Why don’t you live here?” and he will no doubt give me shit about it next time I go home for a visit.
The other I changed simply to “BC DON’T TEXT”. I don’t remember the last time I actually got a response from him, and he pretty much blew me off last time I was home, so I wanted to remind myself to live in reality, and not just great memories.
Now we’ll just see if these do any good, or if I become my own nagging voice to ignore.
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