I wrote this some time ago about the heat of texting I sometimes feel. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with technology, though I can admit underneath it all, it has nothing to do with technology. (Note: I feel as though I might have posted this before but my glance-through revealed nothing…but I didn’t look that carefully. If this is a repeat, apologies.)
Anticipation gives way to relief gives way to wanting more gives way to frustration give way to anger gives way to giving away. I cannot become a slave to the man and technology ever again. I am not sure how to do that, but it’s a necessity. I can’t care. It becomes not about him but validation. It becomes about never getting my fill. If I for once got my fill, got my feel…
I’m three texts in with no response. He says he’s stressed. He says he is flying on Monday and the pressure is on. I believe him. I honestly do. It’s me that ruins it all. Constantly looking and waiting for my cell phone to give me tangible proof that he’s been thinking of me.
I want to hold onto this pleasant feeling. I don’t want it to slip away into the obscurity of insecurity. Does that make sense? Of course it does. If I doubt him, I doubt myself. I worry that I won’t see him again or touch him or kiss him. I won’t ever know the satisfaction of making him sigh or feel good or feel special, and I won’t have that from him. I want to be made to sigh. I want to be made to feel good. I want to be made to feel special. Wanted, care for, safe. It’s too much. Too much to ask.
I’ve told myself, you must wait until you leave work to even look at your cell phone. So that’s 66 minutes from now. On one hand, I’m trying to go for more discipline, to stop looking constantly at my cell. On the other hand, it just makes the disappointment of not receiving a message from him that much more acute. So what can I do? It seems I’m destined to lose….because I really can’t expect him to give me what I want, can I? And then the horribleness of getting a message, hoping/praying it’s from him and then finding it’s from someone else. I’m tired of roller coasters again.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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June 24, 2009 at 9:46 am
poeticgrin
“If I for once got my fill, got my feel…” mmmmhmmm girl, *snap*
Also, I feel the need to apologize for that one time I texted you when I knew you were waiting on AFJ to text you, and all I said in the text message was “It’s not from him.” Damn that was mean. I admit. I’m sorry.
June 24, 2009 at 9:47 am
poeticgrin
Also, I like that someone came to your blog from Surprise, Arizona. That makes me happy. Who is it? It’s a surprise-like.
June 24, 2009 at 9:48 am
poeticgrin
Also, an army-man of some sort visited from Fort Mill in South Carolina.
June 24, 2009 at 10:48 am
Jade
poeticgrin, that was mean that you sent her a text staing “It’s not from him”. how can you play on her feeling like that. I remember doing that to a friend in college and still have regrets about it. She was so excited to hear that he had called only to be let down and mad when i said i was just kidding. texting is fun. you are interacting with each other but not truly interacting. you can be someone else and say things that you normally wouldn’t say, which is the great thing about texting. what was the world like before texting??
June 24, 2009 at 11:23 am
Bryan
Jade, I won’t listen to anything you say unless you start a blog of your own. So there.
June 24, 2009 at 11:34 am
medicatedlady
poeticgrin is in rare form today. I say stay clear. There is a child whose parent will not come get them and I’m like, look, child, I need to comment on my blog, can you go away? Except I don’t say that. I say, “wanna coooookie?”
June 27, 2009 at 6:31 pm
jessiecarty
oh the danger of the ever present cell phone!
i can’t help myself when i am waiting on a call or text to constantly check it, and it is even worse having a laptop and waiting for email and/or facebook messages!
bryan – that was mean…albeit funny…but cruel! 🙂