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It comes with a sense of surrender admitting I have decided to raise my texting limit on my cell phone.

Gone are the days where 200 texts a month were enough for me. Now with only a few dollars more, I can text anyone else in my network before and after the cows come home. I have ample amount of texts a month for those out of my network, but it's not unlimited. (That's OK with me.)

I don't think there's anything wrong with texting. I simply don't want my primary ways of communicating to sound like I'm a one-sentence instant messenger with the aptitude of two sentences total. Meaning, if you send me a message and it's not condensed into one or two sentences, I'll malfunction. Plus, just because I have no limit on messages means I should giving up calling people.

I'm not a robot and nobody should be one either.

For the past few years, I've found texting to be much easier to get a hold of people. If you want to have an in-depth conversation with somebody beyond your closest inner circle, you either have to schedule a time for a phone conversation or do it over e-mail. Seems impersonal, but it's hard to find time to merely chit-chat with those you're not in regular communication with.

It's not like my cell phone bills were going through the roof. I needed to have some room to breathe in case they did go through the roof. And I'm thankful I'm not paying an arm and a leg for it.

Now the next hurdle involves the phone itself. I still have a few months before I can upgrade to a newer phone. I still have to cycle through the various letters on the keypad as I do not have a keyboard. And no, the iPhone is not topping my list of Phone I Will Buy When My Contract Is Up.

Writing all this out makes me think I'm living in the stone ages, but alas, my parents are even farther behind me. I don't think I've ever received a text from either of my parents. Like my parents, we stick with works, not necessarily what's new and (possibly) full of bugs.

If you need further proof I'm my parents' son, well, there you go.


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