With the onslaught of social media taking over most people’s lives, I wonder.
“Are we consciously aware that we are now living in a world full of TMIs?”
For the lay person, TMI stands for Too Much Information. I know . . . I know . . . there are plenty of acronyms and Internet jargon to keep track of. I admit that I turn clueless when someone utters a new acronym and I felt like I’ve been living under a rock because of it. I mean, they’re all over, flying around since the dawn of SMS that we need to cut down our long-winded words to fit the allowed number of characters for each send.
SEGUE: This resulted to children barely able to spell simple words correctly. I lament with their teachers, of course. As an educator myself, I shake my head every time a twelve-year-old kid would misspell a word that I have learned to spell when I was only seven. What happened to quality education? Has standards dropped since I last attended school (and it wasn’t that too long ago!)?
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Yes. I am a nerd. So what?
I am not alone in this world. I am just one of those who had that proverbial closet shut tight for eons because of peer pressure. It is hard to get by in school when you don’t have the “it-girl” persona in place or hanging out with the cool kids. The only time you get to open that closet is at home, in your lonesome little room littered with posters of Star Wars and Robotech gracing the stark white painted walls.
The reason behind hiding what people deemed now as “ordinary” before was the fear of being labeled as a freak. Because of the changing perception of people and the influence of billionaire software developers and social media moguls, being termed a “nerd” is actually a compliment.
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Ever been in a situation where you are stuck in a three-hour bus trip with four or five loud women (possibly in their twenties or early thirties), giggling like freakin’ schoolgirls while they talk (or brag) about nonsensical stuff like how many men they met on the beach and asked for their digits?
I have a distinct feeling that they’re still high on whatever accompanied their tequila bodyshots that made them sell glimpses of their bosoms and booties to those men who asked for their digits. Anyway, I digress.
Is it a sign of aging when I say that I was annoyed enough to give them several stink-eyes and dealt them with my face-melting “Shush!” after the number of failed attempt of sending sinister looks their way?
Yes . . . I am that grumpy extra passenger in the middle of the bus with my earbuds on to dilute the silly chitchat happening around me and lose myself to the soothing rockin’ beats of The Chemical Brothers and Nine Inch Nails.
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Everybody has his or her own opinion on many things. Some are logical, some aren’t. We cannot really force people to think straight the way we want them to. To do so would be as good as signing ourselves for death by firing squad.
There are tons of questions that can sprout from a simple word such as O-P-I-N-I-O-N.
So why are some very adamant in forcing people to see their way? Do they need attention? Are they lonely and wanted someone to relate with? Are they so vain that they think they are always on the right?
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