Today I am inspired to write about Texting, it is becoming the bain of my life and I feel old. When I send text messages I have to rewrite and change most of the words and often I takes several attempts to get right. It’s a combination of my eyes and fingers, I aim for a letter but get the one next to it.
Here’s an example I typed out earlier.
Helli thete! Hoe ate you? Good to hdaf crom you.
The sun is shinninh hete, bows it whrte you Re?
Spring is on its eay, soon be here yey! Take goid care of yourdelf.
See yoy soon.xccc
It looks like a new language and although you can just about get the gist of it I couldn’t possibly send it like that. So I fiddle and change and correct it, making this simple form of communication very irritating, frustrating and tiring and so I avoid it as much as possible.
When texting first began, words were simplified into a new simplified language, at the time I was such a word snob that I saw it as the decline of language, although I soon took it on as back then messages were restrictive to a number of words and payment was by each individual message so you soon wanted to cut down and get as much into a message as possible.
Then came the smart phone, with unlimited deals and plenty of space and so we all returned to English as it should be, except for a few chosen abbreviations. My keypad typing is not much better but at least I have spell check to help me along. Humour me I just had to let this out. Moan moan, I am nearly 50 and old.
Erll thats it fof noe!
Chris.xx
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