FU Cn Rd Ths, U cnt Spl Wrth A Dm.
1. As a professional social outcast, I don’t have any friends to communicate with, and . . .
2. My household only has one cell phone — my son Matthew’s Jitterbug phone which was invented previous to the birth of Alexander Graham Bell.
I like to think it’s just as well my thumbs have not become fluent at texting. People who are proficient at texting, probably forget how to spell. According to the Sisters of Charity, who educated me and my siblings at St. Patrick’s School in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, this, my dear friend, is a fate way worse than death. You can’t go to heaven if you don’t know how to spell.
The problem with texting has to do largely with eliminating your vowels. In today’s lexicon of text, vowels have become exceedingly constipated.
If you had to text the question, you might resort to this:
“f a wrd S spelled rong n d dxNre, hw w%d we knw?”
Please leave a comment if you agree. And it you don’t, leave one anyway, in English, or even in text. I promise I won’t tell the Sisters on you.