To everyone I've ever texted: you're welcome!

I guess there are a lot of ways to describe me. Here are two:
I will text back.
I will reach out first.

Unless I’ve been blocked. Which has happened a couple times. Although, honestly, I think I’ve been threatened with being blocked more times than I’ve actually been blocked, which feels like good statistics. But I digress.

What I’m trying to say is that I think texting is an important form of communication. I don’t see it as “annoying” or “a waste of time.” I think it’s a genuine way to keep relationships alive.

I’ve moved around a lot in my life and made friends in all those places. I also travel a lot, so my friends are scattered throughout two continents. (I don’t want to say “the world” because that would be a lie.)

So I developed a habit of overtexting. Honestly, I pride myself on being a good texter. Someone people can reach out to without worrying they’ll be left on read for a month. I think texting is one of my greatest talents. Which sounds ridiculous, but I genuinely enjoy it.

That doesn’t mean I’m always on my phone. Quite often, I actually have no idea where my phone is — especially when I’m with people in real life. Which, I guess, just means I’m a professional overtexter.

My screen time is surprisingly low — around two hours a day. I primarily use my phone for two things: Duolingo (1000-day streak, hello) and text messages. I’m honestly afraid to even try counting how many of those I send in a day.

Whenever something happens to me, no matter how big or small, there’s always a list of people I immediately want to text and say, “hey — guess what.” On top of that, I like writing. Not novel-writing necessarily, but writing to clear my head.

My brain cells must be having a great fucking time hanging out in my spacious head. Not physically spacious — just an impressively large collection of random thoughts and ideas, paired with an equally impressive (but very tiny) collection — or lack of collection — of actual knowledge. For someone whose thoughts race through their poor excuse for a brain 24/7, I sure know very fucking little.

Which brings me to this: I like texting my friends to gain knowledge, to tell them things I think they’d want to know, or just completely out of nowhere because I think it’s nice to let someone know they crossed your mind.

I like journaling. I like texting. And I have a lot of shit happening to me.

So why be private if you can be public?