One thing texting as a means of communication brings to the table is that it allows you to keep a soundtrack to your life. Since you aren’t speaking to anyone and there is a few second/minute break in the action, it allows for a high level of introspection. Like a slow motion tennis match, lobbing ideas back and forth over the proverbial net. The music affects this private moment, like it or not. It adds to the excitement of the deal.
For instance, lets say you’ve made promises and nearly everything is falling into place, except the most important thing. It’s getting down to the wire and you are starting to sweat a bit. You very well might be screwed this time whether it’s your fault or not. At that moment, even though your real life character is in pretty dire circumstances, the loud music in your headhpones – your own personal movie soundtrack – is pulsing and adding some flavor to your currently unenviable situation.
But then the text comes that solves your problem, that saves your ass, that allows you to forget the frantic contingency plan you’ve just been hatching to cover up for your poor planning, procrastination and sheer bad luck. You smirk. The small smile of the smug and satisfied. And the soundtrack becomes feature film, that closeup shot of just your mouth with just the smirk on your face. Your overly-loud soundtrack is just the thing to give you the confidence to see this thing to the end. You got lucky, again.
I live and work in Cleveland, Ohio with my girlfriend Amanda, two cats and a dog.