Don't Call Us, We'll Call You!

Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a while since I last posted. Worse still my motivation for posting now, is once again the need to vent, whilst showing just how over the hill I am for good measure. Two words: 'texting' and 'tweeting'! I believe the both of them cause my blood pressure to rise. I'm always talking about how I'm allergic to texting and initially it was because back in the day there was no autosave facility on phones, and too often as I fiddled to respond to someone's text, I would accidently press cancel, and the sentence that had taken me about 10 laborious minutes to construct, would have me wanting to throw the damn phone across the room. Multiply above scenario by 100 and my response would be to just call and give my answer or ignore the text altogether.

Times have changed now though, and some merciful genius has since seen fit to make the text autosave to drafts, and ironically my phone package comes with unlimited text allowance. For love nor money I still can't work with it and a major reason is the limit on characters per sms message. See, I like to write words out in full, but to get my point across in so few characters is torture. I've finally backed down and substituted words like 'see', 'to/too/two' and 'before' with 'c', '2' and 'b4'. It stung so hard a lump would form in my throat as I made the compromise, but I got with the program ya know? Now however I question my sanity when I look at a selection of text like this:

"Going tru ur profile, seing what is in der. U should no dat it is not all dat hav dream dat know how to go about it.but what ever d person knows how to do best dat dont affect others nagetivly is d best way to acomplish his dream (learn to understand urself) thanks n dont learn to picture other's destiny 4rm others way of life. We ar all created 4 diffrent reason, diffrent way n diffrent background. U ar not me n am not others am myself."

I swear, this almost reduced me to tears of frustration. This wasn't a response, just something that was voluntarily posted to one of my online profiles, so I couldn't even rely on common sense to assist in deciphering what was written by refering to a previous comment that inspired it. It took me about 10 mins to somewhat comprehend what was being said. Was it texted to me? No, this was typed! I felt like I had to drop my IQ by 100, read, re-read, then read again. Walk away from the pc, then come back to repeat the process. AND I'M STILL FRICKING CONFUSED!!! I blame texting for this! It seems to be the norm to abbreviate every other word, to the point where I feel as if I have to cross my eyes and say a prayer before attempting to read many of today's less formal digital communications. Worst of all, because it is the norm, I'm the one left feeling stupid for not overstanding, because by today's standards, I'm obviously the illiterate one.

My latest pet peeve is when substituted words contain the same number of characters as the original eg; iz=is, nasti=nasty, funni=funny. So obviously the point is no longer to fit more words, but to have me blow a fricking gasket.

What irks me even more is when someone texts me something that has me having to read it more than 3 times to make head or tail of it, and before I've finished decrypting the message, they've sent me another text asking why I'm ignoring them. WTF?? Speaking of WTF, another brain disturbance is when I respond using chat acronyms and they reply with 'iono, wot duz OMG mean?'

*Sigh* Sweetie, it means the end of our conversation...

Bored Rant

I am so bored and uninspired it's not even funny. I seriously do not know what to do with myself. My mother used to say, 'If you are bored, it's because you are boring, create your own fun'. Hmm, I guess I should say I'm boring then. Last night I literaly sat looking around, wondering what I could do. My house is eviously tidy (aside from my bed, but until I have a permanent bed mate, that's never going to change), I painted my toenails, fed, watered and put the short peeps to bed... ugh now what to do? Its not like I don't have things that need doing, its just those things were not appealing to me at the time. Yes I have a novel to finish, I could have done some laundry, or pretended to clear my bed, I could edit a movie clip (or film a new one), but I so could not be arsed. If the phone rang one more time I swear I was gonna pull it out the plug and switch of the ones that don't require one to work. I love my peeps, but conversation is getting boring now too.

What I mean to say is, I'm tired of the monotony, its enough to drive anyone insane. Day in, day out, life is beginning to feel like ground hog day. Same ole, same ole with slight variations, but not enough to break the cycle.

A few things have changed. I've started African dancing again, I do some every morning now, to get my day off to a vibrant start and I've been guided to do some research into the Yoruba orisha. As fascinating as it is, the numerous contradictions are disturbing my brain to no end.

You know what? I think at a time like this, maybe writing my book is exactly what I need to do. Create a new twist to the plot or a new specie that I can become engrossed in. Yup, I'm gone!