I realized last week that I had become too hooked to whatsapp. That small speech bubble with a phone relaxing inside was quickly becoming my crack cocaine. I was beginning to decide how exciting my day was based on how sizzling my whatsapp chats were. I hated most that I was slowly cultivating shameful stalker traits. “Eeeh? So you’re not picking up and whatsapp says you’re online eh?”
It was beginning to feel too good; returning to my phone to see a dozen messages from several contacts. “Yeah yeh! I’m on people’s minds o. Go me!” The better it felt, the more unhealthy it became. So I scrolled through my entire list trying to figure out if it was really worth it. The people I chatted the most, were they really adding that much value to justify this uncomfortably growing addiction?
That’s when I realized this massive gaffe! The dearest person to me wasn’t there. The love of my life, the meaning to my existence, the substance to my being! But how can I claim intimacy and still be guilty of this? How could God not be on my whatsapp?!
I fixed it immediately. Gloria had lost her phone last year and stopped using that number completely, the last seen there was 4/6/2013. So I said – “How about that God? Are you available to chat?” I almost heard a thunderous roar in the skies above respond “LIKE SERIOUSLY?!”
Shaken, I re-saved her name as ‘Trinity’ and typed “Let’s do this!”. I couldn’t do much about the seizy DP though.