Never is this fact driven home with more force than with the texts i receive. These hiccups of communication force me to question if i’m reading a typo or an acronym that’s sprung up from the digisphere.
We (as in, people over the age of 40) started this nonsense, i suppose with all of the lovely military speak like SNAFU or FUBAR. Payback is a bitch.
i mastered the art of LOL and learned that i could even ROTFLMAO. When things puzzled me, i was all-like-WTF? and when i left my keyboard, i knew that telling someone brb was appropriate… especially when taking a bio-break.
Just when i think, i’ve got it… some new fresh acronym hell crosses my screen.
Today, at casa de bat:
me: What does “YOLO” mean?
K: You only live once
me: And what does “HAM” mean?
K: I explained this to you before
me: Obviously, i forgot.
K: Obviously (deep sigh) it means “Hard as a Mother…” and the “F” is implied
me: why do you use acronyms when it would be just as fast to say the actual thing?
K: The acronyms are much faster, what takes time is explaining them to your elders.
Ouch. i’m an elder. Oh well, i’m old but you’ve got no clue, little girl, how i bring it. HAM? You have no idea, sweetie 😉 but momma loves you.
Jimmy Durante’s “Young at Heart”
Forgive any commercials that may play.