I’ve taken to the woods. Found a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Left all technology behind and embraced complete isolation.
It seemed like the only choice. And to that point, it wasn’t even my choice. Honestly, conventional society seemed to make the choice for me. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
You see, I got a text from a girl. And stupidly, I wanted to write back.
But, you see, one can’t just write back. There are rules. This isn’t anarchy.
So again I ask, what was I supposed to do?
I mean surely you see the issue. I am left with not one but two horrible, unfortunate choices.
I can answer immediately. Thus, effectively ending the potential relationship like the period at the end of the text.
Or I can lie. I can wait a few hours to respond. Pretend I didn’t see the text. Pretend that my phone isn’t in my hand for the entire duration of all my waking hours. PRETEND THAT I’M NOT CONSTANTLY TEETERING ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT FOR ANY AND ALL FORMS OF HUMAN CONTACT AS IF LIFE IS JUST THE MOMENTS BETWEEN TEXTS AND NOTIFICATIONS. Or more simply put, I can lie.
But I refuse. I refuse to sully my morals, relieve my remaining dignity, and walk through town as a freshly minted liar.
So I take a different path. I put my phone down. I leave my house. And I walk directly into the woods. I’ll sit in complete silence for a few hours before returning to civilization, retrieving my phone, and beginning to craft my response now that the appropriate amount of time has passed.
“Sry got lost in the woods”
