Reading Between the Lines

Yesterday, and really unexpected, somebody sent a text message to me. The number is not familiar and definitely not in my phone book. I recognized it is not a cel phone number. I realized later on that it came from a text chat feature of a known on line community. Usually this kind of service is free. The text came from a long time acquaintance, that I couldn't consider a friend. Honestly, the level is still within that, nothing more than what can be derived from the rate of communication we have.

Unfortunately, I decided before posting to delete the exchange of short messages which I had included in this entry. To summarize, I was amused, entertained then irked.

After repeating the first line that was sent, I did not reply anymore. The conceited creature assumed too much. He thought he could maneuver the world with his wild imaginations and insensibilities. He must have thought that I am an easy prey, and with the superficial messages, I can be lead on.

I could just read between the lines and I know a friend could not do that, sending messages that are not really meant. I must be overreacting or onion-skinned. But I am not praise-hungry nor adulation-crazy. I know when a message is of pure intention.

I don't know... I maybe just touchy.

Or I was more insulted than sweet-talked.