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Remembering in-depth conversations

Sometimes, when I look at Facebook, I find myself remembering in-depth conversations with friends from way back when.

Take today. I was just perusing my “hometown-based” friends filter (seriously, if you’re a casual Facebooker and get frustrated keeping up with friends, try filters; they’re awesome) and with every face, so familiar yet aged 15 years+, I found myself remembering conversations. Some in the dark of a “yella-dog” (school bus) on the way home from a football game. Some in the school parking lot. Others through the tears of broken hearts.

We’ve all grown so much since then… since when we thought these dramas would end our worlds.

Some are married with kids. Others happily single. All with those conversations long-forgotten.

Sometimes, like today, I long to have another in-depth conversation with these old friends. How are they? Tell me about your life. Tell me all about what’s happened with you since those long-ago conversations.

Facebook only shows us what we all want others to see. It doesn’t share a person’s heart. It doesn’t share their thoughts and hopes. It doesn’t truly share the things only a long one-on-one conversation can share.

Just because these friends have long-ago left my life, they’ve never left my heart. Maybe they’ve changed a lot. Maybe today we WOULDN’T be friends. But I still remember them. I still remember who they were. And they all touched my life, and I still hope the best for them.

So here is to all the old friends… the ones you still love every day, even if you may never see them again in your life.

 

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.