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Allow me, if you will, to get sappy for a moment.
Everyone has woken up or returned from the shower to a text message, a voicemail, a Snapchat – you get the idea – from someone they haven’t spoken to in a while. It’s a very particular kind of message. It’s one that will make you want to put on a nice outfit for work. It’s inexplicable. Totally out of the blue.
A wave of euphoria that no drug can give you washes over your person. You might not even need your cup of coffee after you see it and think about what to say back. Maybe it’s that guy you have a massive crush on that hasn’t talked to you since your date a week and a half ago. Give him a break he was probably busy at work. Perhaps it was that girl who just moved in down the hall asking if you have plans this weekend. You thought she moved in with her boyfriend but now you’re not so sure. It could be an old flame or an ex. It could be a parent or sibling for all I know.
It doesn’t have to be a Friday when you’re on the receiving end of a message like this. It could be some idle Tuesday when all you really have to look forward to is a swift, metaphorical kick in the dick from a superior at work who is going to give you a new project that will take you until the end of the fiscal year to finish.
I got a message like the one described above this morning. I was groggy, tired, and uninterested in getting up to take a shower. When I got back into my room to put on some clothes, I had a Snapchat from a girl I hadn’t spoken to in a while. There was nothing particularly deep or interesting about the Snapchat. It was a video of her toes wiggling, and no, I don’t have foot fetish for everyone in the peanut gallery who is wondering. But it wasn’t about the video. It was about the fact that someone was thinking about me other than my mother. It had more to do with the fact that someone was up at ten after seven on a Friday morning and thought that they should reach out.
Moments earlier when I was in my usual morning fog, I was not excited to get in my car and drive to work. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. My plan prior to the aforementioned snap was to get to my desk, throw my headphones in and work for as long as I could without acknowledging anyone else’s presence. After I had opened and replied with a message of my own, I was happy. I no longer cared about the fact that I had to spend the next eight hours working. I wanted to exchange worthless pleasantries with coworkers. I sought them out as I grabbed a shitty cup of coffee from the office Keurig. And guess what? That coffee was delicious this morning.
And it was all because of a stupid Snapchat involving a girl wiggling her toes. If that sounds ridiculous it’s because it is ridiculous. One silly ten-second video turned my entire day around. I’m headed into the weekend with a fresh outlook rather than a cynical one. I might go for a hike this weekend. The fact that I’m even considering doing that is insane. I don’t know what you have going on today, but if you have a couple minutes send someone a text message. A DM on Instagram of a funny meme you saw. Anything. Something to let them know you’re thinking of them. It might turn their entire day around..
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jduda@grandex.co
I see your intentions. When Toe Girl reads this, she’ll think it’s sweet and you’ll get to smash. Game recognizes game – solid move.
Does anyone else not feel bad when the Grandex employees complain about their jobs?
I wonder if it gets awkward when they’re done writing an article about how they hate their jobs/how hungover they are and everyone reads it…how do you go to lunch with someone who just did that?
No one texting you all day. PGP.
What if Tom Wilson texts you?
I guess I’d see if he was trying to get shitfaced and skate with my beer league team
Text Beta.
This is why I roast you Johnny (well, one of the reasons); because I expect fire content like this all the time.
The only message I’ve gotten all day is an alert from my bank saying my balance is low.
PGP
I feel you man, proof of how big a difference something wildly insignificant can make. Shortly after my ex dumped me, I was driving by the place we had our first date. I was obviously a little down. Someone was waiting to turn out of a gas station and I waved them ahead of me. This cute girl turns, smiles at me, waves, and gives the double-take look back smile before speeding off. That was a year ago and it still makes me inexplicably happy.
I had to triple check to make sure this wasn’t a Madoff article. Solid truth bombs, Duda.
The real question is, how did you respond to the snapchat?
I mean what did you send back?