I have been the victim of an avalanche of “mysterious txts” in the past 2 days, and am rather tired of them – and I truthfully don’t see the point in them. I mean, I’m not suddenly going to drop Rosie because someone who I’ve never met confesses their love to me and can’t say their name (although I can understand Mal was making a joke with that one). I am not new to this, I regularly got the txts during my years at Francis Douglas because all the people thought I was a freak and therefore an easy target to cyberbully one Sunday afternoon because they were bored. But they went away when I changed to Spotswood and there was much rejoicing on my part. But out of nowhere I have had no less than 3 people do this in the past 2 days. It is nice to think that I have secret admirers out there but really its starting to get a tad on the side of being a bit annoying and bit uncomfortable. I didn’t ask for this, I’ve just been attack randomly. I’m sorry if people think I’m weird and therefore they have the right to walk all over me but it’s the way I am and I’ve found a lot of nice people who like me because of it. So go suck a lemon and lick a doorknob. (Mal can ignore that, much love).
And since when is there a difference in definition between “Luv” and “Love”?? I’m not a connoisseur, nor was I elected as grammarian of Mr. Kibby’s 10G Social Studies class but I’m no fool when it comes to the English language. While I have my own stance on the txt speak phenomenon, and the absolute stupidity of it (how is it that in an examinations, tests of complex knowledge and understanding that people are allowed to answer tlkn lyk dis?), I can see how, especially when txt message space is limited that abbreviations can come in handy. But now we have “Luv”, which I am informed is the love shared between friends, and “Love” is reserved for family and partners.
Wtf?
EDIT: http://www.youtube.com/theroyalchannel I rofl, so so hard.
I too have been the recipient of random txts in the past. The weirdest one was a guy called “Harry” from Auckland, who revealed he lived in Auckland, and when I rofled at him cos I lived in New Plymouth, he got bored and left me alone.
A few months later I got a random text, turned out to be Harry coming to New Plymouth for the weekend, wanting to meet me. I told him I knew exactly what he wanted and that he’d have to find it elsewhere, in the bluntest way possible.
With regards to txt language, I think its an abomination and disgrace for it to be used in exams. Its corrupting our language, and shows the sheer laziness and disregard of this upcoming generation. I know I sound like a nana, but its true. And love and luv? Pretty ambiguous really. But there’s nothing ambiguous about this: I love you.