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slow typing with a slow blink—she doesn’t say much, but means what she does in every action. we talk business when we’re not dancing, leave each other on opened; i’m uncertain of a lot, but with her i’m patient. i feel polite enough to ask, although i don’t care if she does. she types crossed fingers to wish me success.
slow typing, i don’t know what to say anymore. i’ve overtalked, so now i just watch: the bunnies, others—to listen before i keyboard smash. the drama of a friend and her on and off ex—i tell her little brother it will be okay, as he types some hearts on my reactivated instagram.
i blink slowly and don’t type in my hotel room, taking in the serenity of being alone. i doze off. i wake up afraid that my coworker who put me on a sixteen (hour shift) tries to come in again, like months past. my breathing is fast, to the slow crawl of an imagined beetle on the wall. but it’s just my soul telling me she’s at the desk. i avoid her path, on my way to jimmy john’s. i go in and out of the side door, and observe the snow and calm when i’m done eating.
slowly, i open an unmeant apology, quick to make my heart drop skewed meaning. i leave it marked read. i don’t feel bad for uninviting pandora’s box, closed and centered—i blink like a cat.
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Wanna know what sucks? Arguments via text with a person that types slow as fuck. You send your message, it gets read immediately, the other persons starts typing and literally 40min of horrible anxiety and thinking the worst you get one medium lenght paragraph back that usually just explains what was meant with the paragraph before. My poor heart, does your soul know no mercy?
I win every argument in English class by talking really fast.
I agree with that guy who said he hates people who type slow. It's so fucking annoying to try to talk to someone who isn't able to type. It's like speaking to a retard who talks at the speed of a snail. It's like talking to a brick wall. If there's enough time to type a message and then go take a dump, then come back and wait for them to finish their message, that's too fuckin' slow. If you don't know how to type, do not use a computer. People who don't use computers should take classes before using one. Some people should be banned completely from using computers for lack of motor skills. If you can't type fast enough to keep someone's attention, DO NOT TYPE TO THEM! They'll forget what the heck you were talking about before you even respond. They'll make coffee, smoke a cigarette, have a conversation with a friend, and watch a complete episode of star trek in between your retarded babling. The moral of this story is, if you cannot type, don't do it.
when someone is typing really slow and your watching them and