Girl. 30. Living this thing called life.

Just me. Being me.

Girl. 30. Sending mixed messages. June 30, 2013

Filed under: My Views — emzee1983 @ 11:56 am
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

TEXT TALK

I love my family.  With all of my heart.  They can make me laugh and cry like no other person can.

I have two sisters, one big, one little. Today, I need to tell you about the big one, and my mum.

My big sister is amazing.  She has two degrees, is married with two beautiful children but, she is a little out of touch with the internet, social media etc.  This is not a bad thing.  It’s quite refreshing actually, although I have often had to spend evenings with her trying to explain the concept of a Retweet…

Anyway, she does manage to text us, and often signs off her texts with ‘lol’.  

To us savvy texters we all know that that means Laugh out Loud.

To my big sister this still means Lots of Love.

Which is fine for us all who are close to her as we know what she means.  And we all avoided sending it back to her to avoid confusion.

Or so I thought..

Recently she was in a seminar as part of her work, and the 50+ year old David Brent wannabe (her words) started the seminar by saying this..

“We all know how quickly text language changes, how children change the meaning of words so that their parents don’t know what they are talking about..”

At this point big sister was nodding along knowingly with the fellow parents in the room.  Until…

“Take for example, the use of LOL.  It used to be Lots of Love…”

This is where she stopped mid nod and kept her smile frozen in place while her eyes opened all crazy like.

“But now, of course, we all know it is Laugh out Loud”

This was how she was informed of this. A 50+ year old man was informing her. She was mortified. And has since started signing her texts with the actual words: Lots of Love.

She is ok now though, she is getting over it. Until she told me this story and I told her that even our mum knows how to use LOL correctly.

For example, this is a text from my mum to me:

That’s cool! It will happen in the near future is all I know lol. Will
call them on Friday if no news. Xxx

This worried big sister a little, as she wondered if mum had been texting lol to her as Laugh out Loud and not Lots of Love as she thought.

After reading a few examples, we decided that mum was using it as Lots of Love for big sister, and Laugh out Loud for the rest of the world. (Which actually makes my mum some kind of genius, remembering to do this).

Until we came across this text.

(To put into context, my mum has the whole family over to hers for Christmas on Boxing day and this was sent to my mum once big sister had spent the day with her and was making her way home)

Big Sister:

Thanks ever so much for having us all over, was such a lovely day.
Love you xx x

Mum:

Was a pleasure, can’t wait to do it again next year, lol x

An evil genius maybe, scoring silent chuckles without us even realising.

Hats off to you mum.

Advertisements
 

Girl. 30. Addicted to the little Blue Bird. June 16, 2013

Filed under: My Views — emzee1983 @ 12:30 pm
Tags: , , , , , ,

twitter

I have a confession to make.

I am addicted to Twitter.

To the one-liners.

To the satisfaction I feel when posting something slightly humorous.

To the claims to fame when an author (singer/actor/socialite/insert preferred person here) takes a few seconds out of their much more important than mine lives to respond.

I am actually addicted to the micro second buzz I receive from the above.

Even if it is just a retweet.

When someone pushes that little button, my life is changed for the better.

It honestly makes me feel noticed, for that short second, somebody I do not know, knew me.

They knew my name, and felt whatever it was I had to say (highly amusing no doubt) had to be shared with their few thousand followers.

I like the importance. I like holding up the tip of my nose and snubbing the rest of the Twitter world, safe in the knowledge that for a few seconds, my idol recognised me.

The downside to this (there is always a downside, you can’t have something that makes you feel this good and not have a downside) is that 99% of the time, my witty comments, my highly intelligent and fascinating thoughts are IGNORED.

HOW DARE THEY??

This, I find, is doubly humiliating.

Not only has my idol Twitterer ignored me, by not taking that microsecond from their highly important and busy lives to push one button and recognise my talent, but EVERYONE THAT FOLLOWS ME KNOWS ABOUT IT.

They have front row to the public humiliation that has just taken place.

Ouch.

I understand. I really do. They have lives to live, and cannot respond to everyone. Even if the tweet I wrote was something I spent a good couple of days mulling over.

It’s not just that that I am addicted to.

I am fascinated by the things people write about. The things people feel they need to share…

I’ve just looked at my own timeline for a few examples..

I know right? Exciting stuff.

You are all wondering how I cope dealing with such high drama in my life. Especially when you read this one;

And before you start getting the wrong impression.. I really am that person..

I have many bizzare fantasies about certain people becoming my new BFF as they tell everyone EVERYTHING about their lives, I feel like I know them inside out.

I’ll be reading their tweets, and they tell me something about themselves, something normal, and I’ll be like, ooh I do that.. So I attempt to join in, Tweet them my example, show them how similar we are, but, well, you’ve all read what usually happens.

Until next time, happy tweeting.

I look forward to reading about the double yolker you ate at breakfast.

And seeing the photo to prove it.