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I text with one finger

I have two very hip, very modern kids who have each logged at least a million texts on their respective smart phones/iPhones.

Seriously. You should see them go! They're poetry in motion, and I watch in awe as they generate copy at the speed of light. It's something to behold, I'll tell ya.

I, however, am not a fast texter. In fact, I believe it's safe to say I am a slow, methodical, painful to watch if you're them, kind of texter. And it's not because I have big man hands - I don't. I have tiny hands for someone my size (5'8", athletic, strong looking), which are often the topic of conversation among friends. I don't know why everyone is so fascinated by how small my hands are, but clearly that's not the reason I seem to hit the wrong letters too often, and get super frustrated in the process.

I've tried to flip my iPhone horizontally and get into some kind of rhythm with my thumbs, but the misspellings and plain weird shit that gets generated is enough to make me go back to my single forefinger method and endure the criticism. At least that way I can actually send a message to my intended recipient in less time than it takes to paint the Golden Gate Bridge.

I look at it as investing the time upfront to get it right instead of cranking out fast copy that needs a whole lot of correcting before it can fly. Anywhere.

Does that make me old school, uncoordinated, or just ridiculous?

Please don't answer that.

Happy New Year everyone!!!
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