Drunk dialling and other interesting stories ….

You know how you get people who talk in their sleep and people who walk in their sleep…

There are also people … or just one person …. who SMS’s in her sleep.  That would appear to be me.

Drinking not necessary.  It doesn’t help, but it is not necessary.

I have done it before, but usually it is harmless and usually just an SMS’s that make no sense because the spelling is so bad.

No harm done.

Except that once where I took photographs of Dexter (my boston terrier) and posted them on Facebook and told the entire world of social media who follow me —- which is about 12 people —- that I am going to marry Dexter.  It was a very passionate Facebook status update, and I was feeling particularly close to him that day.

Back to last Thursday.

I was not drunk.  I decided I needed an early night, and I went to sleep at 21h15.  I recalled the time distinctly, as I looked at the time on my phone and thought, wow that is early, but dang I am so tired.

Then I went to sleep.

Then I woke up at 21h30 and proceeded to pick up my phone and merrily engage with the universe.

How did I know?

When I woke up on Thursday morning all bright and bushy tailed and glanced at my phone, there seemed to have been a lot of activity on my phone.

I was a bit perplexed by the amount of messages popping up, and also I could not understand that  context.

I thought someone had died, or the sky was falling and Chicken Little had been right all along.

It took me a few moments of rubbing sleep out of my eyes, and trying to punch in my password to understand what all the fluffle was about ….. then I went to read the history of the messages, and realised …..

Er — what? Or as said WHAT THE FUCK!!! ….. WHAT THE FUCK??? ………..nooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

It was so bad, so very bad, and so …. just bad, that I first had to do an audit of how many people this affected.  Fortunately the total count was two, which is far better than five or what ever it could have been.

Two is not a good number in itself, but it is better than a number say bigger than two.

Both people I did not know terribly well.  Both people would not be people I would engage in this sort of banter with.  And definitely not when I was fast a freaking sleep.

Can you spell “please let the earth swallow me up now, and the VODACOM network go first and take all these messages with them….”

I seldom use the term “mortified” but hell’s bells I was mortified.

I walked around last Thursday a very deep shade of cerise, and I spent what ever time I had trying to apologise and explain, and really try to extricate myself from the situation(s) that I had managed to create.

Of course when I read the messages “sleeping me” had written, I saw that they sort of started off sounding a bit like me, but the grammar, spelling and sentence structure was so bad, that there is just no way I would send an sms like that.

But short of telling people I had been kidnapped and forced at gunpoint to continue this bizarre cell phone discussion with them, there was nothing else further to do than apologise, apologise again, and then apologise the third time …. and for me to quietly just slink away.

Since Thursday, I realised that a really good tactic would be to toss my phone into the back of my cupboard, on my way to bed.

Ivedal it seems is to blame — it causes a bit of amnesia at a certain point. There is no guarantee that at that point your brain has told your body to lie down and stay down.

I have done a few other bizarre things in my I-thought-I-was-sleeping past, but this was the final straw.  Got a new script, trying out something else to help me sleep, and maybe SMS a bit less.

More crazy I can’t do.

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7 Comments

  1. Oh dear.
    There are some drunk dial apps out there. I think you have to put in a pin/password before it will sms.
    Might be worth a look.
    This too shall pass x x x

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  2. The Blessed Barrenness

     /  May 23, 2014

    Would love to hear about the actual conversation! LOL!

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  3. Alexandra

     /  May 23, 2014

    Are you planning to hold us all to ransom? Would love to know what you sent.

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  4. I suppose you’ll never share with us, what was sms-ed? Because quite frankly, I’m curious.

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  5. Fattie no more

     /  May 22, 2014

    I do think that you sound very mortified, but I am intrigued as to what you could possibly have said?? I hope the 2 have forgiven you and understand that you were not of sane mind.

    PS Ask the kids to hide your phone at night. lol

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