My sister and I aren't big texters. I'm just not that into it and neither is she. We prefer to call each other and our friends on the phone. Or heaven forbid, see these people in person.
Most of my friends are big time texters and I KNOW I put a damper on their flow when I call them or don't instantly respond to their texts (or let's be fair--respond to them at all). I should also mention that the other side of this is that not many people text me. My phone doesn't buzz off the hook. And I'm ok with that.
When I hung out with my sister and her best friend recently, her best friend and I were talking about texting. I asked the friend if she texted with her mom a lot. Our friend went on to tell me how much she texts with all of her family and friends, except for my sister. "Your sister just doesn't text that much." I smiled and thought atta girl.
My sister and I haven't ever discussed why we don't text, we just don't. Maybe it's how we were raised or because we're technologically challenged (not her, me). I'm not sure. But I do know that I like calling my sister and I like it when she calls me. (In fact I like it when any of my friends call me. It's nice to talk on the phone.) I talk to her all week long, but like clockwork every Sunday night I hear the phone ring around 9 p.m. It's my sister's end of the week recap phone call, her check in before we get busy with Monday. It's the best phone call of the week; the one I look forward to most.
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