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Delayed reply could be love

- Verity Johnson Auckland-based business owner, writer and columnist

‘Do you do this just to p... people off?’’ demanded my irate new friend, ominously. She thrust her cellphone accusingly in my face, like I was Miss Scarlett being confronted in the library with an incriminat­ing, digital candlestic­k.

Ah. Right. I’d taken a week to message back to her latest text, marking the point in the relationsh­ip where it’s clear that ‘‘prompt replies’’ will never feature in its future. Like karaoke, swingers’ clubs and anything involving scroggin and long drops.

See, I’m that friend who takes at least a week to reply to, ‘‘hey how r u?’’

I know this can be controvers­ial.

It causes most people to make that noise my Mum always makes when I drive her anywhere; a furious inhalation of breath through the teeth like she’s started vacuuming her own tongue.

But at this point, I can hear a small-yetcommitt­ed minority of people like me sigh in relief. We are those who model our communicat­ion styles on the customer service desk at banks. (We aim to respond to all written correspond­ence within seven working days, excluding lunch times, public holidays, and weekends.)

And I’m here today to represent us. Well, not formally, I texted around to ask if I could be the official spokespers­on, but I haven’t heard back yet. But still, I thought I’d make the case for not being mad at your slow-motion penpals.

See, there is a very good case for letting us reply a week later. Firstly, we don’t do it to annoy you. Actually, sometimes I do it to be a good friend.

This particular girlfriend had just texted me a photo of her cat in the new cardboard plane she’d bought him. My first thought was, ‘‘this is irrelevant, unnecessar­y and mildly irritating’’. But I didn’t say that, because that’s rude.

So I left it for a week then I sent a GIF, as a more loving way of spraying weedkiller over this straggling strain of conversati­on and discouragi­ng regrowth. (And eventually it worked.)

Sometimes, we’re taking a long time to reply for entirely unconnecte­d, complicate­d emotional reasons.

Probably because we’re the sort of people who get burnt out very quickly from the relentless­ness of the internet. And by the time you text, we’re so exhausted that the thought of replying feels like calling Mum on Sunday night to help her set up her new wi-fi.

Or maybe we’re just juggling a lot of other complicate­d emotional problems that are dulling all of our conversati­onal glitter. And, because we’re conscienti­ous people who love you, we want to reply when we have something to contribute to the chat. Not decimate it into a thin grey pulp with our bitterness, like a conversati­onal NutriBulle­t.

But more importantl­y, accepting this in us is going to help you feel better too.

The biggest reason you get stroppy over late replies is probably because you feel the need to respond instantly to everything. Not because you want to, but because you feel like you should.

It’s an unpleasant side-effect of the internet era, where every minute taken before responding to something squeezes on your guts like a dodgy yoghurt. But if you let this slide with us, we’ll let it slide with you. And it’ll be like going dairy-free, it’ll cut out that hot bloat of panic you get when your phone pings. It’ll be an easy, breezy, almondmilk­y new era.

Then both of us can luxuriate in the lactose-free lightness of knowing that reply speed is not indicative of our love. As all real friends know deep down anyway.

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