Temporal Absurdity
My phone is as temporally lost as I am. Maybe even more so. Its inability to sync with the world I live in makes me feel even more lost, injecting surreality into my day.
Sometimes, it's pretty straight forward: people send me messages from the future, usually four hours in the future. I'll get a message from 5pm at 1pm, for instance. You're thinking that maybe the person sending it is someplace where it is 5pm, but you would be wrong. Often, it is still 10am where the sender is, which makes it all the stranger, by my measure. During the course of a few hours, I can get a few messages in real time and a few from the future, which makes the whole conversation seem very disjointed if you just look at the messages given that the 'future' messages hang around at the bottom while the replies are above it, having not suffered any temporal distortion.
Today, the conversation was even stranger. Let me share it with you!
Dustin (12:51pm): as Canadian..
Dustin (12:56pm): as Canadian..
Nicole (12:58pm): As rocks and trees and trees and rocks and... water!*
Dustin ( 1:20pm): Canadian study says women are significantly less attracted to men who appear happy, and prefer those who look brooding or even shameful. Then again, it w
As you can see, I got the first part of his message a full 29 minutes after the excess. I obviously misinterpreted his message as prompting me to make an analogy. It was strange, yes, but not entirely unreasonable. He's asked me weird questions before, often prompted by whatever he's listening to that day. This was exceptionally strange, but not outside the realm of possibility.
But... imagine it from his side, right? It took me forever to explain what happened because work's been super-busy. So, he's sitting there just thinking, "What the fuck is this broad going on about?" and probably figuring that I've been chugging cough medicine by the gallon and am, thus, nonsensical today.
The world seems all the stranger when filtered through my fucked up little phone.
* Some of you may recognize The Canadian Song, condensed for SMS. It was the most Canadian thing I could think of!
Sometimes, it's pretty straight forward: people send me messages from the future, usually four hours in the future. I'll get a message from 5pm at 1pm, for instance. You're thinking that maybe the person sending it is someplace where it is 5pm, but you would be wrong. Often, it is still 10am where the sender is, which makes it all the stranger, by my measure. During the course of a few hours, I can get a few messages in real time and a few from the future, which makes the whole conversation seem very disjointed if you just look at the messages given that the 'future' messages hang around at the bottom while the replies are above it, having not suffered any temporal distortion.
Today, the conversation was even stranger. Let me share it with you!
Dustin (12:51pm): as Canadian..
Dustin (12:56pm): as Canadian..
Nicole (12:58pm): As rocks and trees and trees and rocks and... water!*
Dustin ( 1:20pm): Canadian study says women are significantly less attracted to men who appear happy, and prefer those who look brooding or even shameful. Then again, it w
As you can see, I got the first part of his message a full 29 minutes after the excess. I obviously misinterpreted his message as prompting me to make an analogy. It was strange, yes, but not entirely unreasonable. He's asked me weird questions before, often prompted by whatever he's listening to that day. This was exceptionally strange, but not outside the realm of possibility.
But... imagine it from his side, right? It took me forever to explain what happened because work's been super-busy. So, he's sitting there just thinking, "What the fuck is this broad going on about?" and probably figuring that I've been chugging cough medicine by the gallon and am, thus, nonsensical today.
The world seems all the stranger when filtered through my fucked up little phone.
* Some of you may recognize The Canadian Song, condensed for SMS. It was the most Canadian thing I could think of!