Technology – I use it, I love it and cannot live without it. You too right? Words – love them, use them daily and cannot live without them. These are two things that are essential and they go together. However, how they pair and what we do with them is what can lead to the death of our language.
Yesterday, I was typing an informal e-mail at work and had to stop myself from using text shorthand. Just now, I almost wrote txt instead of text, because that’s what I do when sending my SMS messages. While texting, I could surely type out full words, like text or next, which become “txt” and ‘nxt.” Was the subtraction of the “e” really going to save me that much time? Besides shorthanding our words within texts, instant messages and e-mails; we are simply negating the use of words for symbols. Will words lose their power when we cannot express ourselves through their use and we just emote through emoticons? Continue reading
“Sharing is Caring” is a phrase that I quite enjoy and that I implement in my life. It is also a principle that I have benefited from on many occasions. If people had not warmly encouraged me to start a blog, these words would just be bobbing in my head and not laid before you (thanks Jen & SN).
I am of the sharing ilk and at times overshare in other people’s opinion. I am an open book of sorts and the boundaries that contain others on a wide variety of topics don’t hold me back as much. Providing people with info, anecdotes, advice and random thoughts can go farther than one could ever imagine.
For me, this way of operating has led to being in some interesting situations, awkward instances and lovely moments. On a smaller scale, for instance, I compliment people openly, as the thought forms in my head. I just think that if people put effort into their wardrobe, hair, pursuits, careers, family, friends, etc then why not: commend them, verbalize your appreciation or highlight the admirability of their actions (big or small). At times, this crosses over people’s boundaries. This modus operandi can take people by surprise, make them uncomfortable or infer a deeper connection than really exists. For the most part though, I just say what I genuinely feel. I can deal with women and men thinking that I am hitting on them, even though that can make me blush from time to time. I feel bad when I make someone awkwardly uncomfortable, where the conversation cannot be saved, they’re just too flustered and all recovery of normalcy is lost. Lastly, there are a few instances where I’ve encountered someone and was vested in the moment or conversation and when our paths cross again – they assume that we have some sort of relationship. I guess that’s a hazard that you have to be aware of when you share.
Indulge me a moment and pretend that I am that inquisitive two-year old.
Actually, scratch that. There are just days that you have to ask that rhetorical why about anything that is irking the mess out of you. You ask because it is just beyond you and unfathomable that situations, actions and happenings continue to occur.
My why rant of the day centers around my dear frenemy, The Subway.
Just a few “Whys” I tapped out on my blackberry while commuting: Continue reading