Assumptions

Last night, my husband and I went to see friends. I did a photoshoot for them, so I had my gear with me, which meant we took our truck instead of riding the motorcycle. My husband, however, wanted our friends to see the new bike so he put it on the trailer and we hauled it along with us.

On our way home, we stopped to grab something to drink. As my husband walked out, he got hit up by a man asking for money.

“You look like you’re doing pretty well off,” he said, gesturing to our truck and bike on the trailer behind it. Probably didn’t help that I was looking at Twitter on my smartphone at that moment as well. Heh.

My husband gave him a little money, and tried to walk away. The man kept asking for MORE money until someone else walked out of the store and he started to chase that made down.

We’ve worked hard to have what we have. We work hard to keep what we have. And it takes almost all of our income to do so. Assuming we have lots of liquid funds to just give someone just made me shake my head and sigh in frustration.

I told my husband that it reminded me of the time someone commented to me that they didn’t understand why a woman who was thin was going to run at the track.

“Look how tiny she is! She doesn’t need to go run!” they said.

All I could think was, “She’s thin BECAUSE she runs.” It absolutely baffled me that someone would assume because a person is thin, they didn’t need to work out. How do you think they got to be thin? How do you think they STAY thin? Its due to being diligent in their working out regularly.

Almost every day we all make assumptions. I know I do! I think its part of human nature. Sometimes, though, those assumptions should really be thought through a little better.

Perhaps we should ask ourselves if they are truly based in fact, or if they are based in jealousy or spite. Its something to think about, at least. It sure has gotten ME thinking…

Weekly Winners (July 22 – 29)

Started by the lovely Lotus, Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week.

Visit Lotus’ site and check out her various entries, and find other participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!

 

Photos taken using my Droid Razr or a Sony DSLR A230.
View all of my photos on my Flickr stream.

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I’m on the fence about continuing to do Weekly Winners, but I like having a way to showcase some of my more random photos. So… here goes…

256: Gas tank reflections
Gas tank reflections

257: Pink nose
Pink nose

Beer Mason Jar
Beer Mason Jar

261: Wall Lettering
Wall Lettering

Who needs a bow?
Who needs a bow?

263: Colorful straws
Colorful straws

Shower food
Shower food

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Write right

When I was in college, studying Journalism, I had a professor who demanded perfect grammar (AP style, if I remember correctly) in any correspondence you had with him. If you had a misspelled word or improper verb tense use, he’d simply email it back to you without a response and leave you to find the error before he’d answer your question. This could go on for multiple emails until you figured out your mistake!

I remember grumbling about that. What was the big deal, anyway?

Almost 10 years out of college, and I find myself becoming more and more like my professor every day.

Now, backtrack even further in life. I was perhaps 10 or 12 when a co-worker of my Mom’s presented me with this:

AB, CDEDBD Ducks?

MR Not Ducks

OSAR

CDEDBD Wings?

YIB! MR Ducks!

I was frustrated and annoyed by the puzzle in front of me. Oh, haha. See the itty bitty ducks. I get it.  Through the years, I’d get a kick out of word puzzles. I like to challenge my brain, and work at deciphering what is being “said.”

I do NOT like doing that kind of work to read a text or a tweet, and therein lies where I am more like my professor every day.

Last week, I received notification of a new Twitter follower. A reporter here in Nashville had started to follow my Twitter feed. I clicked to look at their feed, and I promptly broke out in hives. Figuratively speaking at least. I did weep some.

Every tweet was filled with things like, “Thank U.” or, “U R why we do our job.” “Going 2 B on at 6. Will U watch?”  (OKay, I am making up these tweets, but you get the idea.)  Needless to say, I did NOT follow back. I was tempted to direct message and tell this person they were an idiot. But I didn’t.

I have, though, been known to just flat out not respond to text messages filled with “R U” and “C U” or “U 2″ stuff. If it takes me five minutes to decipher a text, you’ve officially annoyed me and I’m going to ignore you.

Perhaps I should just start sending texts back to the sender until they figure out that taking the time to add a couple extra letters (or use predictive text!) will actually get me to respond to their question. Hmmm…

I happen to love the written word. The fact that I have a degree in a field that requires writing skills is something I am proud of having. I am protective of that written word. Today, though, respect for the written word is low. Our new ways of writing have bastardized it so badly that I am amazed by the lack of communication skills I see on social media sites. (And, yes, I am guilty of judging a person’s intelligence based on how they write. I admit it.)

someecards.com - Thanks to the teachers who instilled in me such a love of English that I'm perpetually mortified when reading the Internet.
So what can I do about it? Just keep refusing to fall into the trap, I guess, and hope that others who are determined to keep up the proper way of writing will outshine those who don’t.

Disclaimer: I understand Twitter has a character limit that forces such short hand in some cases. It’s when there are plenty of characters left and the “shorthand” is used that I get ticked.