The Information Age

           I had a realization the other day that I'm not cut out for the Information Age. First off, I don't have a smart phone, I have a burner. It's a throw-away flip phone that I use in case of an emergency. On occasion, I'll receive a text from a friend and most times I'm surprised by it. And sometimes I'll receive a phone call, but it's my policy never to answer unless it's really important. I find that if I get more than one text consecutively, I get worked up as if somehow my privacy is being invaded. I caught myself the other day getting angered by a singular text message, and I had to ask myself, "what the hell is wrong with you Anthony?" To which I concluded that I'm not made for the Information Age, (I didn't want to pry too deeply into it).
           There are some whom I refer to as fancy texters, who will text five or six messages consecutively. That style of texting is the most egregious to me. I find myself yelling "stop!" when that happens. If you're a close friend I'll pull you aside and have talk with you at some point, "You know that texting style you have? It drives me loony, can you formulate a complete thought and send it all at once?" Most times people are a tinge insulted, as if I'm telling them to shut up. But I'm not telling them to shut up. I'm telling them to talk more at once, which is the complete opposite of shut up. How many times have you heard that- talk more at once? Probably never.