Sunday, 27 January 2008

Red alert phone psychosis

So things have been getting interesting. Recently returned assignments look promising, I’m making plans for things more than a week in advance (sometimes), and I’ve been to nearly all of my lessons this year (minus a few days for bad food eaten recently). Also I have kind of found a new love interest. I say kind of but not really, she’s nice but she’s leaving the country in a month to go to America and learn how to look after alligators. I do pick the right ones don’t I?

However a doubt has been raised in my mind about something recently, a taken for granted fact that may for all the tea in china be nothing but dust in the night. In all the times, years perhaps, that I’ve had a mobile phone it has never once come upon me to really question the fact that it works (save for the odd occasion where I drunkenly snap my phone in two, break the screen or just leave it at a bus station). Recently a friend asked me though why I had ignored her text messages. I told her I hadn’t, she said she had messaged me earlier in the day, a fact which my phone didn’t agree with.

I checked and sure enough, there were no text messages there. No I’m not paranoid much more than the average person (take that as a confession), but now I can’t stop thinking about text conversations, especially on my newest (and as yet undamaged) phone. I always took it for granted that person A was just having a bad day and didn’t want to speak to me, that person N was too busy working, and person J just couldn’t be arsed. Along such lines I may have been thinking for ages that indeed maybe some of my friends don’t like me as much as they (obviously) do. But that is just it, it may have been so.

So I urge any and all reading this to check whether text conversations with me have suddenly seemed to have disappeared. Where the text message doesn’t reach my phone and indeed it seems that I am the one who is being ignorant, when in fact I almost always reply to text messages I receive, such is the sad twat that I am. Oh dear, all this and only three hours sleep last night, and its 2.30am now. Crinkle’s brain is in a world of shit!

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