I Text Because My Bravery Is Put To Better Use Elsewhere


What do I do when I need to ask a difficult or potentially embarrassing question? I text. Some of you might think this is cowardly, to which I say, “Uh…duh.” It’s totally cowardly. I admit that. I even embrace that because I don’t want to change my ways. Texting gives me too good of an opportunity to avoid direct humiliation. Anyway, I believe courage is best reserved for situations that truly call for it, like rescue missions, firefighting, standing up for yourself, and eating at restaurants alone. So, when I find myself in a situation that doesn’t really require courage but is nonetheless awful, I choose cowardice.

For instance, maybe a girl wants to know how serious the guy she is dating takes their possible relationship. Is it even a relationship? She’s not sure. What should she do? Text him. Or, if you want to get out of going to a friends party but don’t want to have to explain why in person. What should you do? Text them. Or, if you don’t really want to have a conversation about your love life with your Grammy. What should you do? Text her. Sure, this absolutely qualifies as taking the easy way out, but why in the world would you need to take the hard way?

Listen- I’m all for having awkward conversations. Hell, I’m the poster-girl for awkwardness but even I have my limits. Specifically, those limits pop up whenever I think my feelings are going to get hurt or any type of potentially controversial subject arises. It’s such a great plan- that way, if they respond with something that does hurt my feelings they will never know they hurt my feelings and I will still feel like I won something. Obviously, the prize is not pride or honor, but it *is* like honor’s second cousin twice removed.

Again, I fully recognize this is cowardly. But again, I fully believe my bravery is best stored up for a time when I really need it. I mean, imagine if I had a DTR with a guy to his face and then didn’t have any courage left over to save a bus full of schoolchildren about to drive off a cliff?? If you think about it that way, you’ll see it’s really pretty irresponsible to use your bravery willy-nilly. You need to save it up for the moments that will get you on the local news at 10.

56 thoughts on “I Text Because My Bravery Is Put To Better Use Elsewhere

  1. You are so not alone! No details. Just a quick text and you can move on with your day.

    I also text a lot so I don’t backed into a corner to do something, like go out on Friday night because I’m such a homebody. Woops, is that bad? I find it perfectly acceptable : )

  2. I had just gotten my new phone and plan when I forgot to put the car in park at the top of the driveway and it rolled down the driveway and smashed into our trash cans, denting the car in three places (but thankfully NOT mowing down a group of pedestrians). I totally texted the news to my husband, so he knew before he got home, but he had cooled off a little by the time he saw the car.

    BTW — just gave you a blogging award (http://wp.me/p1Up52-6D) — love your writing!

  3. I text cause I have trouble hearing sometime even understanding people on the phone. But you’re right it way much easier to tell my daughter she’e not getting anything for Christimas via text then face to face. Thanks for the courage πŸ™‚

  4. I text because i am lazy or loud. Sometimes I think – hey, I should really be calling this person – but then I remember I have two gong-show worthy children in the background who’d likely deafen the receiver. so. All that to say we all have excuses and moments. I think as long as you aren’t breaking up in a text you’re good (and we’ve covered that. lol)

  5. You know when I was reading through the first paragraph, I was thinking that is “so” not me..I wouldn’t have the patience to wait for a reply to the sms (text).

    Then I kept reading..oh that is *so* me! I do that all the time because I’m a wuss and I’m proud of it. The problem though, the lack of patience makes me make the call about 5 minutes after sending the message (sometimes) or even worse is when I send the message on an impulse..hit send and then instantly regret it..

  6. hkleczewski says:

    Love it!! It’s my favorite way to gage how I stand with most of my relationships. It’s also my favorite way to cop out of things that I know I don’t want to do. I absolutely love your take on texting.

  7. lifeandothermisadventures says:

    Hmm… After a bunch of text messages, I still have no idea what’s happening with my relationship. So I don’t recommend it for finding out the status of any sort of love connection.

  8. Oh, I’m with you, GotC! I must be old because the last time I was in the dating scene [10 years ago] we didn’t really have texting, just email. And I once broke up with a guy over email (granted it had only been a few weeks, but he was totally smitten…naturally). He wasn’t too happy about that.

  9. It’s amazing I think how many people feel exactly this way but won’t admit it and say things like “texting saves so much time,” which I totally buy. It also saves a lot of embarrassment, for me anyway! I love the line, “it’s really pretty irresponsible to use your bravery willy-nilly.” Glad I found your blog!

  10. Why does it bother me? says:

    Such wise words. I’m pretty sure we all only get a certain amount of anything allocated, so to use our bravery in such a frivolous fashion seems almost criminal. Hahaha!

  11. Serenely Rapt says:

    Paladin up there has already said what I wanted to, so I’ll just nod at the comment lazily and go. πŸ™‚

    Sharing this, hope you don’t mind a few more readers.


  12. That’s a perfectly rational strategy, if you ask me. It’s not cowardly, its prudent. I have the same general rationale when it comes to “luck”. Working in a largely boring but occasionally hazardous profession you tend to develop superstitions that you ignore at your own risk.

    Sure… I *could* buy a lottery ticket when I get my morning coffee on the way in to work. But if I win $25 on a scratch off ticket I’ve made a substantial withdrawl from my luck balance. At some point during the day a deranged Mastiff will take advantage of that deficit and gnaw my leg off. I need all my luck just to get home in one piece every day.

    Texting in general hasn’t clicked with me, though. I’m not a technophobe, but texting for some reason just doesn’t suit me. I’m more old school when it comes to phones. My favorite phone is a monsterous rotary wall phone in my kitchen that was already 30 years old when I was born. Mrs. Paladin and my Daughter text like maniacs most evenings. If I get a text that requires more than a one or two word response I’ll just call the person and talk to them. I’m sure that’s irritating to the text sender, but I figure that’s probably the least irritating thing I do to someone in the course of a day so I don’t fret much about it.

    1. That’s true- you definitely need to save your luck up, otherwise you might end up on “When Animals Attack”. Or, you know, youtube.

      I took to texting pretty early, mostly because I don’t like talking on the phone and I often get more time to think about my response, which is good for someone like me who doesn’t have much in the way of a filter. πŸ˜‰

    2. I’m in between on the texting thing–still have a “dumbphone” where you have to hit the numeric keys for your particularly letter–which I can do blind and quite adeptly. But the day is approaching when I have to graduate to the smartphone and the *dun-dun-DUNNNNNNN* QWERTY keyboard. *shudder* If I wanted to use both hands to text I would pull over and stop driving.

      Wait, was that out loud?

  13. Plato or Aristotle (on of the creepy, beardy guys) says courage can be learned and trained. From that stance, I’d not trust you rescuing a bus full of children. If this sounds harsh to you, remember I would have never told you this in person. I’m also a huge fan of texting. You should see my face when I think I got rid of something and they decide to call back. It’s like my phone turned into a terrorist.

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