11 Things I Say In A Text And What I Mean IRL

11 Things I Say In A Text And What I Mean IRL

I replied 'haha,' but I'm not actually laughing.

If you really think about it, texting is a very weird way of communicating. You say things you would never think about saying in person and you’ll never know how mad someone actually is in a texting argument. Whether you’re texting your best friend or your significant other, you probably have things you say on the reg that no one else could truly understand. Shout out to my BFFL. I’m usually pissed and you just think “I’m fine,” but here are some things we say in texting and what they actually mean in real life.

1. “I’m literally dead”

Well, I’m typing so I’m not actually dead, but here we are.

2. “OMG RIP”

You’re embarrassing and I can’t believe that just happened.

3. “Literally”

What the actual fu*k.

4. “IDK, b.”

You’re dumb and I’m over your sh*t, so bye.

5. “I hate me”

I don’t actually hate myself, but I’m really embarrassed of my recent actions.

6. “I’m fine”

A classic — I’m actually really pissed and you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself.

7. “Haha”

I feel so awk right now.


You’re probably my BFF and I’m literally laughing right now.

9. “OMFG”


10. “Are u drunk”

This is a question and I need you to chill or tell me what is happening. Or you’re talking about your feels and I’m not about that right now.

11. “Hey”

I have so much more to say, but I don’t know how to say it. Bottom line — I have a lot more to say than “hey.”

When I say "LOL" I don’t actually mean I’m laughing and if I only reply “ok” then I’m either mad or didn’t have time to type a full reply, but there is no in between.

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I Made A Finsta And The Addiction Consumed My Life

Posting my problems online was only the symptom of a much deeper problem.

It started out innocently enough. Lots of people had a "Finsta" (a 'fake' private Instagram account to post random stuff, in case you’ve been living in the Stone Age and don’t know what it is) and I didn’t think creating one of my own would really do much harm. Soon after the account began, I started using it more as a diary than just innocent shitposting.

As time went on, I found it more and more comforting that a large handful of people knew about my most personal issues. My public diary escalated to the point where I would post embarrassingly intimate details of my emotional woes multiple times a day. When I wasn’t posting, I was thinking about what I might post.

Instead of telling my friends and loved ones what was going on, or addressing an issue if I was upset with them, I would simply make a vague post on my Finsta and expect that they would see it and understand. Initial concern turned into frustration as the time I spent in an emotional crisis became more than the time spent feeling well, and as I ignored several warnings to quit the unhealthy online habit for my own benefit.

I did quit Finsta for a month, but I didn’t realize that posting my problems online was only the symptom of a much deeper problem. Until I addressed the reasons for why I felt I needed everyone to know my emotional secrets, and why I couldn’t approach my friends and loved ones to ask for what I needed in person, there was no way I was going to kill my Finsta. After my month-long hiatus, I quickly returned to the same unhealthy habits I had been engaging in before. What I really needed was to see a therapist for the deep-seated issues I was struggling with. And no, my 70 followers on Finsta didn’t count as a professional.

I finally took the necessary brave step and disabled my account after I realized the harm it had done to my life. Once I know I’m capable of sticking to lighthearted memes and positivity, I might log back in, but today is not that day. Social media is not a diary. It’s not the place to be passive aggressive and try to send to messages that should be sent in person, face to face, in a respectful manner.

I’m going public about my Finsta problem because I see other people falling into the same trap I did. Too many people treat their Finstas like diaries or passive-aggressive high school coping mechanisms, and it’s honestly sad. If you are struggling so much in life that you feel you need your Instagram followers to know what’s going on, you need to speak to a professional and/or start keeping a diary (or writing it privately on your phone, like in the notes section).

SEE ALSO: College Students, Grow Up And Get Rid Of Your Finsta

Nobody needs to know, and what I actually found is that nobody really cares. Examine why you need people to know your problems. For me, I had the expectation that people would approach me about my concerning posts and ask what was going on, but the majority of people just kept scrolling by. In addition, if you have a problem with somebody or have a need that has to be met, approach that person directly. Don’t expect them to guess what you’re thinking based off of a social media story. Act your age.

Do I think all Finstas are bad? Not at all. However, I think you need to be an emotionally healthy and assertive person in order to have one without abusing it. If you’re not in a good place, it’s best to keep your secrets in between the pages of a book or behind the closed doors of a therapy appointment so it doesn’t become an addiction to validation and concern.

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I'm Thankful For Growing Up Without A Smartphone

I didn't need a smartphone to feel connected.

I didn't have my first cell phone until I was 12 or 13, I think. I grew up in a world with no iPhone or any other kind of smartphone. Of course, there are several exceptional ways that smartphones enhance our lives. They make life easier. Banking is easier. Traveling is easier. Getting discounts is easier. Staying connected to each other is even easier with a smartphone, ironically. I can stay connected with my friends that live far away. I am thankful for the convenience and ease I can get through a smartphone (and it's almost necessitated in some ways now), but I am also thankful I was able to grow up without one.

First of all, let me just acknowledge what a privilege it is to be able to write about the conveniences and inconveniences of owning a smartphone.

I am fully aware that my privilege has allowed me to experience what it's like to own a smartphone. While I appreciate how useful smartphones are, I don't like the disconnect that they potentially cause for a multitude of reasons (#firstworldproblems). In America, we live in a culture that is so engrossed in technology, as is no surprise to anyone. I think I was honestly born in a sweet spot in time, though, on the brink of major technological advancements.

I grew up without a smartphone, which allows me to appreciate them more now.

I really had no interest in owning a smartphone as a teenager. My parents sort of made the decision for me to switch over from my rad flip phone. I simply didn't see the need to have a smartphone. What would I use it for? I had everything I needed. I stayed connected as I needed to through a mobile device but didn't have a word of information at my fingertips yet. I lived in the moment and spent time as a kid playing outside with neighbors and friends. Actually, all I wanted to do was read as a kid.

I enjoyed being a kid without feeling the constant need to be plugged into a smartphone.

I think I'm pretty reasonable about when I use my phone and when I don't today. Though I try to stay engaged in the moment, sometimes I do catch myself turning to my phone. It's so easy to turn to it for validation, to pass time by, or to make sure you sent that email. I want to focus on people and conversation rather than being on a phone. There are a million things you can do on a smartphone, but I'm honestly just glad that I didn't grow up knowing what its like to have the world at my fingertips so I can appreciate that I do now.

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