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Left us here to die.

I have always wondered what drives people to abbreviate everything. I experimented briefly with unnecessary abbreviations back in sixth or seventh grade and quit because it was too much of a perversion of written language. What makes it so attractive? I mean with extraordinarily great effort I guess that I could understand someone doing it in a text message, but not online. It's a damn computer. There's a big fucking keyboard attached to it. It doesn't take that much more time to type things out. To spell things properly. I feel guilty and dirty and wrong doing it any other way. Wut do u gain from typing--I can't even fucking do it. I have no idea how to write in such a simplistic way. I cannot consciously misspell or otherwise butcher words.

I just have too much cranial horsepower.

The worst part is that so few people see anything wrong with this. "Oh it's okay," they say. "We can write properly when we need to. It's not all that hard. Writing is easy, anyway." "Writing is not easy," I say. "But that is for another rant. When would you consider it necessary to write properly?" And then they glance up from their cellphones with an annoyed look, smacking on their gum and reply, "Lik 4 papes n shit duhhh."

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