Group texts. They're like the cockroaches of communication. Once they're in your cellphone, you can't get rid of them. And half of them are random phone numbers of people I've never met before in my life. It's worse than telemarketers. And there's always that one who only responds with animated GIFs. It's so childish, all of it.
And anyone who starts a texting chain without first getting the okay to include someone, they should be required to have at least their two index fingers surgically removed. Why do this? Why involve me? Who the hell is Susan? I don't know a Susan. And even if I did know Susan, I'm not interested in donating $25 just so you people can buy her an $18 scented Yankee candle for her birthday and pocket the rest! I'm not interested in your Ponzi scheme!
So after two days, things start to quiet down. No texts. You start thinking to yourself, "Thank God this is finally over!"
Then at 11:30 at night, the phone chimes. I look, and another random number from some idiot resurrects this God forsaken nightmare all over again. "Hey, sorry I missed this. How did Susan's birthday party go?" The floodgates open, and we're off and running again. You can't escape it. There's no eject button.
It's like the Mafia. Once you're in, you're in for life.
This madness has to stop!
