Yāall talk weird on here. Sometimes I see a post and i agree but yāall talk weird so Iām like fuckYou.
That and āadultingā . Youāre 32 .
Because when we meet someone who has such a visceral reaction to harmless slang we know to stay away from them because they are going to be one of those annoyingly immature people who still hasnāt figured out that growing up and abandoning child like simplicity and joy is an artificial concept created to shame the masses into conformity.
no one is going to respect you anyway, you know, so you might as well sound stupid on purpose and have a little fun with it.Ā
I carry a bb8 backpack and I dress like Iām from the 70ās. No one has ever taken me seriously in my life.
also a lot of them are references to memes that existed before a lot of these kids were born.
We donāt stop having fun and joking around just because you think weāre too old for that. If your only experience with older people is with your unfun parents and uncles who only work and drink and make bigoted jokes then like, that sucks babe but thats also not my problem.
Also weāre tired and words is hard when youāre tired
You have to make your fun where you can.
āCritics who treat āadultā as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.ā
ā C.S. Lewis
Not to mention?? The lexicon and grammatical particulars of online communication are freaking fascinating. There are different dialects and referential imagery that is so steepedĀ in layers of meme evolution that you can literally see a picture of Obamaās eyes kind of half-hooded and know exactlyĀ what youāre supposed to feel andĀ itās so freaking cool because these forms of communication, they arenāt just āzomg random,ā they actually do follow rules and have structural foundations that weāve all somehow internalized, and we use them as a way of relating to one another in a text-based medium that could be, SHOULD be, incredibly stiflingĀ but itās not, because we made it our own. We created new ways of speaking, of communicating with one another clearly even when we canāt see faces or read tone or body language, so that I can say to someoneĀ āI did a cool thing!!ā online and be talking about the exact same thing Iām also referencing in that corporate email where I sayĀ āthe objective was successfully completedā but those do not sound the same at all because they arenātĀ the same at all. One conveys my excitement, my pride, my happiness at achieving whatever goal I achieved, while the other is a polite, professional-sounding report to a superior, and the fact that they were both conveying the same idea in 5 words but in such different waysĀ is freaking awesome, so frankly fuck you if you think Iām somehowĀ āchildishā for enjoying that.Ā
Online communication grew organically with my generation and itās still growing today and it is a freaking playground, soĀ hell yesĀ Iām gonna use the swings and the slide and the monkey bars because itās fun, and if you want to stand by the fence and scowl at me thatās all right, but itās yourĀ problem, not mine.Ā
This will be the cutest video you will see today. My grandparents found baby sea turtles on their doorstep this morning so they released them one by one!
weāre really at that point in the year where no one cares about anything huh
My psych professor mentioned swaddling in lecture so I emailed him a picture of me being swaddled in my dorm room and asked if I could get extra credit because it was really hot in there and I got really sweaty and he was like āfabulous, sureā
Iām going to miss the Honors Advisor from my university.