My addiction…

I have to admit it, it must be an addiction. I’m addicted to messaging

No, I don’t mean I’m in chat rooms talking to people I don’t know for hours on end, I don’t do that. I mean people that are already my friends

I spend my days hoping for messages, on my phone, on Facebook, anywhere… Any messages/pokes, etc on Facebook will also go to my mobile so I’ll know immediately.

My mobile is always with me, night and day, and I can’t but help checking it all the time to see if something has come in and I didn’t hear it or feel it.

It doesn’t matter what time of the day, you send me something late at night or early in the morning when I’m sleeping and if it wakes me up you’re 90% likely to get a response.

As a result I do send a lot and receive a lot of them. And as soon as I get something a reply goes immediately, it must look like I never have anything to do!

The problem is that in the same way I reply to everything immediately, I also expect everybody to reply immediately and if they don’t I just keep wondering why and permanently check my phone. Which of course can be a problem since lots of people can take hours to reply to a message.

Sometimes several conversations happen to join together and then it’s a non-stop job!

Some of my friends keep complaining when we’re down at the pub and I keep writing messages. I have to admit it’s kind of rude of me to do so, but I just can’t help it, I must keep the momentum.

It’s not that I keep bombarding people with messages one-way messages. Yes, I do start some of the conversations, but must be just about half. What I’m really hooked to is receiving them.

I’d need a psychoanalyst to tell me why. I suppose I sort of crave some attention on the one side, and on the other I want to keep warm all these people I regularly meet, you know, P, J, M, AN… and so goes the list.

So if you go out and see someone in a group constantly sending messages on his phone, chances are it’s me! Come and say hi, but I’ll deny all knowledge!