I'm an INTJ. The description of an INTJ at the link below is pretty much me exactly. It's eerie. It's also really long. Skip it and come back to it later.
I'm now going to rant about language, texting, and all of that shit.
The slow and painful death of language is unconstitutional, in that it is quite clearly cruel and unusual.
Some of you will think that I am overreacting with this rant, so let's get a few things sorted out:
There is a difference between a typo and a gross misspelling/grammatical error.
What's the difference? I'm glad you asked. If I mean to type "no" and I type "not" one can make a clear assumption based on context of what I meant. If I'm writing a college paper, a resume cover letter, a piece for the NY Times, etc, then there should be no typos. That said, if I send you a text at 3am on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning to tell you I'm out of beer and weed, typos are acceptable.
On that same page of thought is the more recent, younger cousin to the typo-the auto-correct. Auto-correct...you were created to protect us from typos, but instead you have often become more harmful than what you were intended to solve for.
Sure, a typo may lead me to send an email, "Hey, give me a call later. I want to catch a move tonight." Now, in this example, it may be simple to discern what was intended, but more than likely the recipient is not completely sure. In all likelihood, the recipient will respond, "Did you mean movie?" to which I would reply, "Oops. Yeah." So, this could potentially cause some confusion, but it is quickly resolved.
Now, what happens when we bring in our best good friend auto-correct? Let's take a look at how that same conversation might play out...
Me: "Hey, give me a call later. I want to catch a menstruating bear tonight."
You: "We did that last night."
Me: "Fuck...no, I meant that I want to catch a menstruating bar tonight."
You: "Are you high?"
Me: "Goddamnit!!! I just want to catch a Men's room tonight!"
You: "I doubt anyone will be menstruating there. Maybe we should consider a TCBY or something."
Me: "To hell with it. I'll wait for it on Net fucks your mother."
You: "We're not friends anymore."
And just like that, a friendship is ruined. It's all thanks to auto-correct.
Now, next on my list of complaints, outbursts and general thoughts of disgust and rage on this topic of language:
contractions. Let's talk about them.
Contractions are not that difficult. It's a concept that seems to be floating right there above everyone's head, but nobody reaches up to grab it. If it seems like a difficult concept, let's break it down to simpler terms.
Contractions happen when two separate words love each other very much...hmm...let me take a different approach. To paraphrase the late, great Mitch, you just take two words, push them together, take out the letters in the middle, stick a comma in there and move it up.
Now that we are all on the same page, you should not use "your" when you mean "you're" for the same reason that you should not use "their" when you mean "they're." "Your" implies ownership. "You're" means "You are."
If I say "thank you" and you respond with, "Your welcome" I will retort with, "Fuck you! That's not mine! I'm not paying taxes on that shit! Keep it!"
Scrolling down the list again, next up we have text-speak. Now, this started off innocent enough. When people first started instant messaging, what now seems like forgotten history, people didn't want to type out long common phrases. "BRB" was one of the first on the scene. In all fairness, "be right back" takes a good half second to type, so it needed to be abbreviated.
I can only complain so much about "lol" as I've certainly participated in that bit of evil, but the question becomes, why?? That's not even a phrase that's ever used! A shortcut was invented to say something that no one would ever say in long-form. If you have ever said to someone, "I am laughing out loud over here!" then you need medication.
Some of you might make the argument, "But, G, if you're talking to someone in person or on the phone, they can hear you laugh. In a text, IM or email, how else could you get that across?" Boy, you know that's a good question. If only there were some short, quick way to make it clear that you thought something was funny... HA! wouldn't that be a crazy world.
So do me a favor and stop using LOL. Avoid ROTFL as well. If you've ever said, "ROTFLMAO" then just stab yourself in the eye with a sharpened pencil, because you need to punish yourself before someone else does.
Last up I have only one other hatred, grimace, irk, major psychotic aggressive dislike when it comes to language, and that is the English language itself.
"Woman" and "women" have the same sound at the end, but change sounds at the beginning, even though the beginning is spelled the same and the ends are spelled differently.
Why the fuck isn't "neighbor" spelled "naybor"?
"Dumb" has a "b" on the end, which is clearly a rule created by a madman.
I realize I've barely scratched the surface with these types of ridiculous things. So here's a question, and I don't want you to put too much brain power into answering it, but how many drugs must be consumed over what period of time for any of these bullshit rules to make sense?
Also, where can I get some of those drugs? Obviously they must be quite potent.
So as you post your requests for booty calls and LTRs, FWBs and BFFs, anal sex and sitcom snuggles, used microwaves and bullshit resumes, keep in mind these things we have discussed. Together, we can take back our language. Together, we can rise above the GTGs, the OMGs, the to/too/twos and the accept/excepts.
Thank you for your time (if you reply to this post with "your welcome" i will find you...and I will beat you to death with a dictionary).
So now, onto a musing more specifically about this place...and other places...and Spaceship Earth...(yeah...I went there).
What the fuck are we doing here? Every moment of every day is filled with pain and hurt and worry and fear and anxiety and anger at the inability to do a single thing to stop the horrible horrors engulfing our souls and burning everything that is good and decent away. So what's the purpose? What's the meaning? Where's the punch line? If all is death and excrement, then why are we alive? Surely there are alternatives?
I think, and this is just me spin-balling, that maybe it's because despite the thousand heinous acts that flesh is heir to, it only takes one to make it worth it.
We are more than hate and fear. We are love.
Faith and hope are powerful things. They have tumbled down the walls of empires and they have risen up the meek and downtrodden. Dynasties have fallen and kingdoms have crumbled because of the faith and hope of only a few. The human race stands on the shoulders of those that would defy the simplicity of sadness to face the challenge of finding joy.
Is it naivete or enlightenment that gives us faith in each other and faith in ourselves? Is it stupid to see the things that we do, and believe we have it somewhere within ourselves to right those wrongs? Is believing in the innate condition of every human to have within themselves the equal ability to show love and compassion as we show anger and fear the equivalent to believing in Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy? As a side note, if I just outed Santa or the Tooth Fairy to you then I apologize. It was necessary for the metaphor.
We all have within us the capacity for greatness. That much I am sure of. The question is whether that greatness comes in the form of atrocity or compassion. I suspect it's probably both. I've never been completely sure of the difference to be honest. One person's villain is another's hero. One country's terrorist is another's freedom fighter. Gandhi wasn't loved by everyone. Some people just saw him as an uptight anorexic with woman issues. So who gets to define how our greatness is perceived?
For that matter, who gets to define what's classified as "greatness" anyway? It seems to me that "greatness" is a relative concept. I'd go as to far as to say that all concepts are relative. If you're conceiving it, it's your reality. To press that upon other's is not only ineffectual, it's obnoxious. The next time you get a knock at the door from two suit wearing young men asking if you'd like to hear the "Good Word" you can tell them I said so.
Back to this whole "what is greatness" thing. Certainly there are those among us that garner more attention, more power, more influence and so on. Does that make them a higher level of "greatness" than those around them? Is "greatness" measured by such things? Is there a sliding scale? What about a bell curve?
Some of the most influential people in my life are people I met only once, sometimes in passing. Maybe it was a word they said. Maybe it was just the timing of our bodies occupying near proximity in just the right moment that it caused me to divert from one path and take a different one instead. Does that mark such a person with "greatness"? Many of these people have no idea that they touched my life, or had any impact whatsoever. They go on about their lives rushing to work, or school, to visit family and friends, on to whatever experience comes next in their journey. I'd like to think I've made the same sort of impact on others without ever knowing I did anything at all. Perhaps my simple act of existing has set ships on different courses and made tidal waves on the other side of the world.
It's not really a "simple" act of existing, though, is it? It seems quite difficult most of the time.
At this point you should either love me or hate me. If it's love, baby don't hurt me...read on...