…of a teenage girl on Saturday
11:30 AM: Awaken.
Check for text messages. Send a couple.
Shuffle down stairs.
Enter kitchen, pour bowl of cereal, add milk.
Send a text message or thirty.
Send more text messages.
Take bowl to table with one hand. Ignore father’s admonishment about being careful.
Text.
Text.
Text message.
Texting… texting… texting…
Notice bowl of Froot Loops in front of you, act surprised by their sudden appearance. Finally remember that you’d put it there yourself.
Laugh.
Send a text message about it.
Send more text.
Go to couch, assume slumped position.
Text message. Text message. Text message.
Text.
Message.
Send more text messages.
Text. Text. Text. Text.
Send text messages.
Keep sending text messages.
Text. Text. Text.
Send text messages.
Reposition to full recline.
Text.
Text.
Text.
Text.
Text.
2:15 PM: Decide that it’s lunch time, return to kitchen. Graze upon cheese, squished white bread, apples, dry ramen noodles, etc.
While sending text messages.
Text. Text.
Return to couch.
Text. Text.
Send more text messages.
Text. Text.
Text messages.
Text. Text. Text.
3:55 PM: Get up to use the bathroom.
And send text messages.
Text.
Text.
Text.
Wash one hand while texting with the other.
Repeat, reversing hands.
Text.
Text.
Text.
Send more text messages.
Text.
Return to couch.
Text.
Text.
Text.
6:27 PM: Complain of being tired.
Text. Text.
Send text messages.
Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text.
Ignore call for dinner.
Text.
Text.
Send lots of text messages.
Shove five-year-old brother out of personal space bubble.
Text. Text.
Keep sending text messages.
9:20 PM: More texting.
Text.
Text. Text. Text text text text text text text.
Notice that it is dark and family is gone.
Text.
Text. Text.
Connect phone to charger and keep texting.
Text. Text. Text.
12:20 AM: Glance at clock, groggily head up to bed.
Text.
Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Texxxxxxxxxxxxxxxt.
Text.
Pass out.
Text.
Text.
Text.
Wake up, realize you’re texting nonsense to a number you don’t know. With the country code for Brazil.
Text a retraction in broken Spanish.
Text. Text. Text.
Receive message from that unknown number. Vow to look up translation for “quem e’ este? E como você começ meu número?” tomorrow.
Text. Text. Text. Text. Text.
Very Funny! You should have added – take a photo of bowl of froot loops and post to facebook and send to friends.
(MD) Dang! I totally missed that! Good catch, sweetie pie. Also: froot loops would have whipped cream on them. And possibly sprinkles.
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Looking back I wonder how I ever made it through my adolescence without texting.
(MD) So true. I’m sure by the time our kids have kids, there will be brain implants so they can check out of family life altogether.
Can you imagine what would happen if they came out with a waterproof texting phone?
(MD) I’m sure someone will think of slipping her phone in a Ziploc and take it into the shower. It’s just a matter of time.
Thank goodness there is unlimited texting. Otherwise she’d be one very expensive teen!
(MD) The bill would make the national debt look like couch change.
I know they all do it, but to us old folks it seems like they aren’t interested in doing anything or interacting with people face to face. I don’t get it!
(MD) It’s sad. Their lives are on instant overload.
I laughed because this is so true! I’ve got two teens, girls, who can text faster than I can talk. One day I’d like to unplug both of them from all the gadgets they spend their lives on. They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. And when I ask them why they would rather text than pick up a phone, or God forbid, actually talk to someone face to face, they look at me with a blank expression.
(MD) Face to face? Why would anyone need to do that when they can send terse, cryptic little thought nibbles to each other instead? They might – gasp – have an in-depth conversation! Then where would we be?
Hmm, funny: I thought this was a Day in the Life of a Teenaged BOY on a Saturday.
(MD) Probably does apply to both sides. The girls need someone to text WITH, and it’s usually boys.
All I can say is this has got to be sister B, I know her too well. Must say as a teenager at one time in my life (everyone has so go through it) I preferred NOT to be like my peers even refusing to play spin the bottle when I was fifteen but then that is just me. Life has come to a pretty pass, says I. Not sure what to make of it either. no advice.
Gramann
(MD) None needed. It’s just an observation. One I hope to look back and laugh upon, years hence.
Hahaha we don’t even have “spin the bottle” anymore. Sad day.
(Daddoo) My own DD,B! Welcome. Actually, I think I’d prefer the texting to “spin the bottle” in this day and age.