I make my living texting people. Incessantly. Thankfully most of it’s now done on my computer but the mechanism is the same.
Short, quick conversations. Back and forth. And I’ll catch myself doing the silliest things.
Like smiling at the computer when I’m typing thank you or a witty (or so I think) quip. Or starting to type furiously if there is something urgent, as if the speed of my fingers will somehow solve the problem faster.
As if I can translate my normal human signals through the space between us, to your phone.
I can’t help it. It’s like my lean when I play racing video games (my brothers still make fun of me for it), or my hand waving when I’m on the phone.
My innate humanity, just itching to be seen, heard, felt. Refusing to be reduced to bits and bytes.