How is it that sometimes you just wait for a text message? You anticipate it, pretend not to care, idly check your phone, throw it aside, busy yourself with some little trivial task, return to check your phone again, get annoyed by your own behaviour and go talk to someone else or surf the internet. Soon, you become occupied or occupy yourself with something but it simmers at the back of your mind. Finally, a message tone! A little thrill rushes as you reach over to check your phone. Now, you pause. Should you reply something? Why should you? That text isn’t much to reply. Non-committal, I will say. Why should you be the one carry the conversation?
No. I decided not to text back. And I hope I can hold my impulsivity enough to carry out that much at least.
