I think when you’re starting up a situation, it’s really fun texting or BBMing or whatever.
Most single people I know, myself included, have a difficult time even meeting up with the people they like, be it busy schedules, texting games, or whatever.
When I tell children that they are far too dependent on their gizmos, they do not deny it. But they really don’t care. This is their real life – texting about trivial things; listening to numbing music on their private headphones. The machines block everything out – you create your own little trivial world.
One day I changed my cell phone number, but the guy at the UFC in charge of the music didn’t know. So he was texting that fan who had my old number, thinking it was me. The fan was selecting my music.
I think that texting and driving is a 100 percent no-go. I think it should be banned everywhere because you cannot be focused on looking ahead, in the mirrors, being aware of what’s around you, and to type on a small keyboard and a small screen.
Texting is a supremely secretive medium of communication – it’s like passing a note – and this means we should be very careful what we use it for.
Clearly texting, SMS and chat are very different than writing a letter or email.
I am not the enemy of tech – I sleep at night with my iPhone on my heart, I’m just as addicted to my devices as every other human walking down the street through a red light in traffic while texting.
We go into restaurants, and people aren’t talking anymore. They’re texting. While they are sitting at a restaurant with each other. So we’re losing this intimacy that we need to have as human beings.
I got so many people that have my number. It’s crazy. I just don’t feel like texting anybody back after I get, like, 30 text messages in three hours. I just be chilling.
People are always asking me baking questions – from strangers DMing me on Instagram, to friends I don’t otherwise talk to anymore texting me, to my own mother and sister calling me on the phone demanding answers.
It’s annoying when someone’s in front of you driving ten miles an hour, and you’re like, ‘Okay, today,’ and someone else is on the side of you, so you can’t pass them, and when you finally do pass them and they are texting, the laser cannons just come out and disintegrate that car.
I think in a lot of romantic comedies it ends with a kiss, and I feel like in modern day relationships, and maybe just my own experience, it starts with a kiss and then all sort of falls apart and then comes together. You’re texting. You’re wondering what’s going on. There’s no definitions, there’s no labels.
Texting isn’t writing. It’s not like letter writing. Texting is short scriptwriting. It’s a collaborative soap opera where nothing happens.
You have nothing if you’re texting a guy in a relationship. We can text six women a minute. We can text it and push ‘reply all.’ I mean, since we’re lying, we might as well lie to everybody.
Graphic public service announcements about texting and driving or drinking and driving serve a purpose: to see the imagery in your mind so your behavior will change.
People try to function in the real world – the analog world – while they’re texting in the digital world, and they run into the car in front of them. It doesn’t work to be in both.
I’m rarely in a position where I can actually answer my phone without being rude to someone else. Sometimes I look back and realize it’s been weeks since I’ve actually been alone. With texting, I can at least get a sense of what’s going on without interrupting what I’m doing.
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