That’s what it means when you don’t respond to someone’s text message.

I wished you a happy birthday and you couldn’t be bothered to lift your precious little fingers and tap out a measly 8 buttons to form the word ‘Thank you’?

I imagine it would thieve excessive amounts of time and energy from your day, so on second thought I do comprehend the immense sacrifice it would have taken to follow through with such a demanding task.

Oh but then a friend who visited you the next day told me you were at dinner that night. You didn’t respond to her message either. Apparently the thought of answering TWO messages must of placed such enormous pressure on you. For this I apologise. To have forced you to suffer like that… I’ll be the first to admit it, I have destroyed our friendship with my reckless behaviour.

Hey, I just timed me tapping out the word ‘Thank you’. It was 8 seconds. And that’s with a typo corrected. What would you have had to give up for that? Sitting on your fat arse staring into space? 

Precious seconds. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.