I’m not on Gchat much. At Washington Life, I’m usually too busy to go out for lunch or write a personal email, so sadly chat is not in the cards. But there was a time when I worked from home that my friend Nate and I would chat for hours a day. We would pretty much have a constant conversation going with each other for the whole nine to five workday and never ran out of things to say.
Nate and I dated in college and I don’t remember us endlessly blabbing. I think we just spoke to each other a rather normal amount. But get us on “paper” and man oh man do we gooooo on.
But I love it. I love chattering with someone when it just flows. And with Nate it always flows. We talk about who we’re dating, about what we’re writing, and lots of Vassar gossip. But in a girl/boy way, so lots less OMGs and exclamation points.
One year for Nate’s birthday, I spent weeks printing out our Gchats. I would stay after hours at work monotonously loading conversations and hitting the print button. But man was it worth it. About a thousand pages came out of the printer, I had them bound in four volumes (after making myself a copy too) and shipped it all off to Nate in Miami.
I doubt either of us read them on a daily basis, but it’s nice to know that they’re there along with all those memories and a diary of our lives. Some of it is petty and some of it hilarious, and all of it I am happy to have sitting in a peaceful pile in the basement.