Before there was Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook, the only way we could feed our need for validation was through AOL.
Remember the days where you would load in your AOL CD, hoping your parents weren’t on the phone or sending a fax? You’d sit patiently through the dial tone until . . . at last! A boisterous, “Welcome” and then (fingers crossed) a, “You’ve got mail.” You’d scroll through your buddy list, seeing if your crush was online. He’s not, so you go for the next best thing: pretending you’re busy.
Before Facebook statuses, tweets, or selfies, the only way we could get the attention of the ones we wanted was through our away messages. No character limit. No rules. Comic Sans and clichés encouraged. We’d put up our away message sometimes when we weren’t even away. Perhaps we were supposed to be doing homework, but were playing solitaire instead. Or maybe we were in the shower and fearful that within those 20 minutes it took us to lather our Bath & Body Works cucumber melon body wash and Herbal Essences shampoo, your crush, GoYankeez87, would sign on and not IM you because you were not online. But if you had a deep, fun, or flirty away message, he might be tempted to message you (and probably make fun of you, as this was grade school, after all). Seeing that he messaged when you were away was like that feeling of fulfillment you get now when your crush likes your status or selfie.
Away messages really said it all to the point that today, there is even a twitter dedicated to them. While most away messages are dated like the one with all our BFFs’ initials, here are some that still (somewhat) apply today.
Cause you totally got all the Sex & The City references in the 5th grade, but this is true. You don’t want to be with someone that wants to “tame” you (cough, Aidan, cough), you want to be with someone who can keep up with you.
I think life is ALSO about the breaths we take because if you’re not taking breaths, you would be dead AKA not living. But yeah, when our breath is taken away, you remember that, too.
Emo much? September was like the never-ending Monday of the school year. But now I can’t wait for September to end because it’s boo-hunting season. You know, that time of year when it feels like everyone is looking for their winter boo. It’s exhausting. Can it be Halloween already? I have the perfect couples costume for me and my non-existent boyfriend.
Actually, I never want to step foot in my high school, again. But this is a great reminder of how much we’ve grown since the petty crap we dealt with back then.