Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Dinner vs. Instant Message :: Personal Narrative Writing
Dinner vs. Instant MessageI can intend sitting at my boyfriends house, while he took part in teenage Chat , an online chatroom that he had recently become addicted to . Hes universe awful quiet and I am put upting annoyed at the chronic pounding at the keyboard and the spontaneous giggles coming from him that pop break of nowhere. Here I am watching most dumb mental picture on HBO with his cat whiskey coughing louder and louder until I finally get his attention. Hey babe, you wanna reference? Did I want to type? No, I didnt want to type You promised me Chilis We were supposed to go out I guess,I said. Anything to get some attention here. I wandered over to the damn machine to see what his difficulty was close. Ok, I admit it, I was amazed that he could be a part of ten conversations at one time. There were about fifteen people in the chat room, blabbering about everything from sports to some poppycock that I would like to think of myself too much of a peeress to mention . This is dumb, you WOULD want to be a part of this I said all in all aggarvated that he could be subject to some of the things they were talking about. Babe, WERE talking about baseball I guess he was right and I sight that about five people acted as if they k brisk him before he plane entered the chat room. I asked him how he knew these select few. This is Ryan, he would say, He is winning some of the same classes as me at CFCC, this girls name is Jessica, shes from Tennessee, she just IMs me to talk sometimes. Wow. Friends online? Now this was starting to intrigue me. I mean how many of my friends could I communicate with? No phone bills or waiting three or four days to receive outdated letters. Now the opposition new people thing seemed a bit ridiculous, though he would request to differ. But, whether I cared for it or not, there was a whole community online and hes meeting more people as I sit beside him holding Whiskey in my PJs, watching the walls in his empty living roo m. He had eer tried to get me to type on this thing and say hello. Finally, the close time, I did. Say something, he would tell me. I wasnt surprised or disappointed to see that my simple hello was completely ignored.
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