Sometimes (and by sometimes I mean often) I get frustrated by the overuse of the term lol.
It is very rare that I lol. And even rarer that I lol because of a Facebook status. Especially one that is about household chores eg “I just cleaned the bathroom. My life is so exciting. Lol”. Not funny. Not making me laugh. And the fact that you think that’s funny makes me feel quite sorry for you.
Yes. That’s right. Sometimes when I see a lol that is unfunny I pity the writer of the lol and their sad little life.
Maybe I’m being a touch judgmental?
I know that some people put lol on the end of a status because it makes the status less serious and lets the reader know that you are attempting humour but if you didn’t lol then please don’t fake lol.
Now free of charge I am providing you with a community service. Rather than lol please consider the following suggestions.
-LQTM (laughing quietly to myself)
-GOTI (giggling on the inside).
-PDTIW (please don’t think I’m weird)
– EFWYT (everything’s funny when you’re tired)
and my personal favourite
-ILSIDC (I’m laughing so I don’t cry).
So I have nothing to say.
Which would be fine except for the “if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all” idea.
So um, I’m just letting you know that I don’t have anything to say but that I’m not withholding bad thoughts either.
I mean if I was going to break the afore mentioned (I doubt I used that phrase right) rule I could bitch and moan about how few chips are included in a minimum chips now. It seems to have gone from a minimum size to more of a bare minimum size but no, really, that’s it.
Soooo please feel free to assume (at your own peril) that I must be a kind hearted soul who thinks only good things of all I meet. That my silence is just a reflection of my own quiet and peaceful nature. That I am a master of Zen. Hehe! All of these options are so unlikely it ain’t even funny.
So please, stay tuned, for more silence… both innocent and not.
So I’ve got a new friend. I feel excited about this. It’s a good thing. I’m 33 and have a new friend.
Friends don’t grow on trees. No, seriously, they don’t. They’re more like carrots maybe? You know that they are there but you don’t know how big a friend they are until you have to dig deep and you see their true colours. Usually orange.
(Please let me take a moment to reflect at my own ability to amaze myself.)
Some people say you don’t need new friends as you get older but I think it’s nice to meet someone who doesn’t know all your mistakes from the past and who just likes you for who you are now.
My new friend and I don’t have any friends in common so I don’t have to ask about them. We both lose our train of thought quite easily so we can talk for hours. She did not look at me strangely when I ate a waffle with chocolate sauce at 5pm even though we both knew it was going to be my dinner.
She is sweet, kind and short.
Hmmm… Maybe 4 years olds had it right after all. Making friends is fun.
It’s nice to be liked.
When I’m feeling sad…
Sometimes I can’t remember my favourite things like the song tells me to. Sometimes I don’t want to. Sometimes I like being sad. Ha!
I don’t know. You know what I mean? I just don’t know. Maybe it’s hormonal? Maybe it’s a chick thing? Maybe I’m a little down? Maybe that’s okay? (Maybe I should consult a thesaurus?)
I have felt a bit not myself this week. I’ve been sick (haven’t we all?). Made a big decision and have been somewhat sleep deprived for a variety of reasons. I am not sure that I am sad, maybe I’m just not happy.
I have things I want to do that aren’t getting done. I have ideas that I can’t put into action. I am struggling to work out who I am.
I am over thinking. I do that. Let me tell you I do that a lot. Let me now over think my over thinking.
I need to finish this or I’ll ramble indefinitely. So a thought to sum up… Nope. Got nothing. Empty.
But it’s okay.