I’ve been living in Mexico for about 17 years now and so it is safe to say I understand the culture to an extent. A good chunk of that time I spent in Mexico City and having lived now in Cancun for some time, I can see there are some regional differences between the Chilangos (people from Mexico City) and Yucatecos.
I say this because I was minding my own when this pops up on my cell phone:
For all you non-Spanish speakers, I’ll translate.
Add the cookie monster!!
I am very angry with you. You probably don’t even remember who I am!
We were such good friends!!
Guess who I am…
From the area code, I know this person is from Mexico City and when I saw this, a barrage of moments flooded my head. Not many people here in the Riviera Maya do that and it made me realize how happy I was without it. I remember quite clearly how people (mostly women) would do this back in Mexico City. It would always happen on the phone. I am pretty crap when it comes to recognizing someone’s voice, especially on the phone. Especially in Spanish. Unless the person had a distinctive timbre to their voice, it would take me ages to figure out who it was.
So I would always ask who it was.
Fuck you. And this is only the beginning of the conversation.
It is something that with age, I have begun to tolerate less and less. Maybe I’m getting old and jaded. Or maybe I just have less tolerance for people who don’t respect my time. First of all, you called me, which tends to mean you have some matter to discuss with me. Second, if I have to play a game to answer the question you apparently have, why do I have to play if it is you who wants my attention?
I don’t know who that person in the texts is. I can take a wild guess and will probably be right but now, I don’t really care. I take friendship very seriously and it is something I treat with the utmost respect. It is not a game and therefore, I will not treat it as one.
If I have to guess who you are, you can guess why I’m not texting you back.