A message on the fence last week. Simple, visable, gets the point accross. It's a message to me from Idgy. I love these little messages in ice, snow, sand and the like. Spontanious and fun, from the heart and frozen fingers.
Messages; I've never seen the point of those Round Robin letters that people send at Christmas, the 'Dear friends' letter giving you the lowdown on their life for the entire your. You could be one of three friends to receive it, or one of 500 in her address book. Either way I always feel slightly cheated. I'd far rather have a scrawled note in the card saying 'All well here, will catch up soon here's my number'.
But far worse than the Round Robin letter are the joke loops. Why in heavens name do people think that just because they thought something hilariously witty at 1am after a night on the tiles and a bit too much sherry that the rest of the population (well those in their phone or email list) should be just as thrilled to receive it.
I've had an ongoing battle for years with a friend who keeps putting me on her email joke list. I hate the long winded, often smutty stories, very often accompanied by some sort of lurid photos. I don't care how fuddy duddy and boring she (or anyone else for that matter) thinks I am, I just don't like them. Every time I talk to her and ask her to take me off her list she gets really offended as if I am personally insulting her by not liking her sense of humour. I love her dearly as a friend, I just don't like this part and don't want to share it. We go for a few months of her taking the hint and all is peaceful. Then I think she gets hold of a particularly juicy one and thinks, 'yeah, gotta be done, this'll make her like these jokes' and off we go again.
Worse tho' is the friend that persists in sending the Group Texts. She has obviously discovered the group message button of late and is making full use of it. We've had messages about cat sick in her shoes and some seriously sick jokes too. One joke was so full of f&^$ing this and that and a lot worse, I honestly couldn't ever imagine her saying it. So why did she think I'd want to read such drivel on my personal phone?
Oh yes, and the best. Pass this on to another ten people in your address book and you'll get good luck, won't have something bad happen to you, or whatever. I thought this sort of infantile torture went out with the playground.
So there you have it, my personal rant for the day. Maybe I am just an old fuddy duddy stuck in the dark ages with no sense of humour. If so, let me be……