When I was a teenager, breaking up was hard to do. It was either a long and torturous phone call, or even worse, and in person "we have to talk...it's not you, it's me" conversation. Breaking up was fulled with teenage drama, tears, angst, hurt feelings, and many many surreptitious phone calls to friends that started with "Can you BELIEVE..." Ah youth. It sucked.
Things seemed to be the same vis a vis the breakup for a long time. And then Carrie Bradshaw was dumped via a post-it note. Do you remember that? Oh the horror. Not even a letter, a post-it note. That was ugly.
But these days, breakups commonly happen by text messaging. I know! I couldn't believe it either until it happened to my daughter a couple of days ago. She was at the computer IMing and on the landline phone with a friend when the cell started buzzing. She looked at the phone and then those thumbs started doing the texting dance. Again and again there was buzzing and texting. Buzzing and more texting. Then there were tears and texting. It was getting late, she had her sophomore speech to finish, and I started to harangue her to get off the freaking computer, phone, and cell. I mean, how many communications devices can you have going at the same time?
She was furious with me, in tears, and texting. I finally had had enough of the tears and texting and grabbed the cell away from her. Sobbing of such loudness commenced as she let her feelings be known. I went into the bathroom and looked at the last 20 or so text messages to try and figure out what the hell was going on. Her scummy boyfriend, who I never once allowed into our house because I was sure he'd rob us blind, had dumped her by texting. It was bizarre. "U r in2 Nik now n I don trst U" Lovely. Nothing like some delicious prose to get your feelings across.
Poor kid. Who wants to be dumped by someone that can't even be bothered to spell out his words?