When cell phone use goes too far…

Earlier this week, I was on campus at my alma mata and went to use the ladies room.  I walked in to hear a young lady using the toilet while still talking on the phone.  I could hear both ends of the conversation as the phone volume must have been set to high, which was far more than I needed to experience while peeing.  As I hurried to finish, I heard the young lady put the person on hold; presumably to wipe herself and then continue the conversation. 

As luck would have it, she and I came out of the stalls at the same time and she was still talking as she washed her hands and then make her exit; I just looked at her and shook my head.  C’mon girl!  From what I heard of the conversation, it could have certainly waited until she was done her business and then called her friend back.  And to make matters worse, the conversation wasn’t anything that one could consider an emergency, so why could she not have waited?  Where are we going as a society when we can’t disengage for a couple of minutes to handle natures business?  The more I see people on cell phones, the more annoyed I get. 

I’ve been forced to weave and dodge to get around a people on the street, in the store, or almost anywhere in public, they walk and text.  I’ve overheard way too many conversations because people insist in speaking really loud as if the person on the other end is deaf. 

My Love told me that while on travel, one of his co-workers walked into freshly laid cement because he was so busy texting and didn’t see the sign and subsequent cordoned off area of the fresh cement.  Needless to say, his shoes were ruined, he pissed off the masons, and was the laughing-stock of the group for the rest of the day.

I see groups of people out in public places where one would think the immediate social interaction would suffice, but no, they’re all on their phones.  It leads me to wonder why they even bothered to go out in the first place.  It seems like with all the engagement of social media, people are becoming more and more disengaged, which is pretty sad.  When I’m out with friends, I rarely ever pull my phone out and I make an issue if someone else does.  We’re supposed to be sharing time together; with each other, so there should be no need to include our respective phones. 

In addition to my annoyance, with the lack of limitations of where people are using their phones, I take offense when people text instead of calling.  I understand that sometimes texting is the best source of communicating with someone at certain times, but I refuse to have in-depth conversations with people via text.  Those conversations need to be voice-to-voice or face-to-face.  Text don’t talk and I’m not going to keep using emoti-speak to convey my emotions or have to wait to continue to conversation on account of overlapping messages.

There’s a time and place for everything, but it seems like real communication has become a lost art.  Penmanship has gone to hell because we type so much.  Vocabulary is not fully used or mastered because everyone abbreviations, which couple with bad spelling is a nightmare to read.  Many have real conversations that include emoti-speak, which drives me quite mad.  And worst of all, people have simply just lost the ability to speak and interact face-to-face.  We can’t have closeness; real closeness, if we’re so disconnected. 

This weekend, I challenge each of you to give up your cell phones for as long as possible and interact fully and wholly with other people.  Try to keep the use of your phones to the bare minimum and then let me know how it went.  I’ll do the same.

Truth be told, I play games on my phone more than I do anything else…hehe! 😉

Have a great weekend.

Live the life you love; love the life you live!

For the love of Webster’s…

There are many reasons why I’m rarely on Facebook, but one of the many reasons is people’s lack of spelling.  You’ve got folk posting all day like they’re getting paid for it, but can’t spell to save worth a dime.  What.is.up.with.that?

After watching Scandal last night, I did my nightly quick look because I like to see what people are saying about episode, I saw stalker spelt (English way) “stocker”.  I saw Scandal spelt, “Scandel”.  Those are the two that immediately come to mind, but trust me, misspelling runs rampant on Facebook, like a case of crabs in a dirty frat house! I mean really?!  Whenever  I see misspelled words, I cringe and then want to hide the post so I don’t have to look at it again and have my eyes bleed. 

I can forgive typos or even a minor grammatical error as they can and do happen, but when I see simple words or realize the word was written in the context of how the offending person pronounces it, I’m less forgiving.  At minimum, we’ve all got high school educations; most of which took place before the “No Child Left Behind” debacle was enacted.  Now, for those of us who have secondary or greater educations, I’m sorry, I’m even the less forgiving; correction, I’m not forgiving at all.  How the heck can one spend thousands or tens of thousands for their degrees and fall so short in their writing of the simplest things?

I understand and even respect vernacular and colloquialisms; I’m known to drop some Jamaican patois in a post, but for the love of Webster’s can people learn to spell words correctly and subsequently, even use them correctly?  Sheesh! *smdh*

I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way.  In fact, I know LadyLee will be nodding her head like a bobble head doll as she’s reading this.  Don will do some cosigning too. 

I know that Facebook is a casual interaction, but with so many people using it for many different reasons, folk should be mindful of the message they’re sending.  Technology while a good thing, is making many people dumber as they lose their ability to speak and write correctly.  I can’t begin to tell you how I cringe when I read emails that are oftentimes written in text-speak.  Really?  If I wanted that kind of interaction, I’d have text and not emailed.  I’ve spoken with high school teachers and college professors who’ve likewise complained about the younger generation’s inability to write and effectively communicate. 

I’m glad that I’m from a place where speaking well was not optional.  I’m glad I had parents who refused to allow me to overdo casual speech.  I’m happy that I chose the major I did where I was able to fully appreciate and use the English language well.  I’m proud of myself for knowing time and place in how I speak.  And mostly happy that I’m not of the generations just behind me because at least I know that I’m not just a pretty face.  I can actually string words together and form solid and meaningful sentences both oral and written.

I recall when I was in my twenties after having Lil Lady and a Headhunter told me that with my degree I’d never have a career because a Lang/Litt major would amount to much.  Boy was he ever wrong!  With my degree, I’ve been able to boost my career advantage and command salaries and positions where others couldn’t.  I’m deferred to for my technical writing and documentation production abilities, which has afforded me the opportunity to shine to upper and senior management.  So, thanks Mr. Head Hunter, I turned out just fine!

Off topic, I’m not 100%, but am feeling a little better.  I’d rather not be taking the Rx, but unless Bayou Creole is going to send me some roots medicine or I can get my hands on some good old ‘bush’ medicine, I have to do what I have to be well. 

Have a great weekend my lovelies!

 

Live the life you love; love the life you live!

 

Faded Blu…

I was quite enjoying the roll I was on with posting and keeping up with blogs until out of nowhere I developed a nasty cough and subsequent chest congestion. Considering I rarely ever get sick, which has occurred twice now since November, I found it rather disconcerting that I had to deal with it.

A cough started last Wednesday evening and refused to be satiated by my tried and true home remedy. After a rough night, I dragged myself to work the following morning only to find that there was no way I was going to make it through the day and after 2.5 hours, I went home. That was after making a pitstop for some OTC meds since the Rx cough syrup I had was at My Love’s house. Upon arriving home and changing into my pjs, I took the OTC and went to sleep; that was at 10:00am. Save for needing water and having to pee, I remained in bed until 4:45am the next morning and got up feeling somewhat better and went to work.

Being sick took it’s toll on me physically and mentally because I felt wiped out and not really wanting to do much of anything nor was I in the mood for any bullshit or drama. In spite of myself, I didn’t turn into the Wicked Witch of the West and made it through the weekend taking as little of the Rx as possible.

Well, here I am week later, still wrestling with this petulant cough that seems to enjoy teasing me into thinking it’s gone and then it rears its head again. How do people deal with getting sick all the time? This ish is for the damn birds…Geesh!

I’m trying y’all to catch up on my blogging, reading, and all the daily things your girl is required to do.

On a positive note, I’m starting my 40-day journey with Maya today. Given today is Valentine’s (smallentine’s) Day, it seemed a good day to start and the first lesson is Love. I’m dedicated to sticking with it for the next 40. I mentioned that when I got through it, I’d post about it; I will. Sharing it was we do right?!

Well, now y’all knnow why I’ve been incognegro for the past week. Stay healthy!

Live the life you love; love the life you live!