Laugh Out Loud

I am a compulsive texter. As an introvert, and a habitual multi-tasker, I believe it is the greatest invention ever

Even though I have sent 478 text messages this week, I have not once substituted the word “you” with the letter “U” or the word “for” with the number “4“.

I have not asked anyone “sup” or told anyone I would “KIR.”

I have not or even . 

I am incapable of text shorthand.

I am sure it all started with Laugh Out Loud, my most despised text abbreviation. I used it once, and have been embarassed ever since. 

My inability to use this popular acronym has always been a mystery.

Until last night, while driving home from work alone, I was startled by a sudden outburst of cackling.

It immediately dawned on me that people who do randomly Laugh Out Loud, especially in public for no apparent reason, understand that it is not socially acceptable behavior. It’s what crazy people do. 

I am certain that the people who claim to Laugh Out Loud regularly have never witnessed a strangers look of concern, as they nervously step a few feet away or sheild their small children from impending harm. If they understood the fear that usually accompanies one of these uncontrollable fits, the fear of being physically restrained, unable to stop giggling even after the door to the padded room is locked, they would surely not be so excited to admit it.

To all of those that regularly text me (or comment on the blog) please know that, while I think this particular term is probably overused, I don’t mind when other people use text abbreviations.  As a matter of fact, I love the idea of actually making people Laugh Out Loud and hope that all of you do it several times a day.  Hopefully, last night’s ephiphany will start a new phase for me.

LYSM, TTYS, MWAH!