Binary Heart Attack!

I'm becoming more and more aware that the internet has, after failing so many times, finally broken my brain.

It's come not at all in the way I expected. It wasn't some image that defied god and any shred of moral sanctity. The internet plays not these games and it is well aware I've become immune to such things. It was much more subtle than one would believe: the internet destroyed my ability to read text messages.

And no, it did not fling some eye AIDS at me that rendered my ability to read cell phone screens null and void.

I try to convey tone as best I can when representing myself in any digital form. Whether I'm excited, sad, or irritated, it's important that I get how I feel across in either the syntax or punctuation because when someone can't hear you, it's monumentally difficult to figure out what the bloody hell someone means.

However, most people (particularly people I just met or don't know very well) I know do not think the same way. They may not realize it, but texting simply to someone who is conscious about these things (and also an English major so it's hard NOT to read into it) makes figuring out what, if anything, someone means all the more difficult.

You see, being short and monosyllabic online in venues such as message boards or even AIM conversations gives off the implication you're irritated, sarcastic, or simply do not want to be bothered.

So when people are like 'Thanks." "Ok." or any other variation over text, it leads me to believe I'm bothering the other person, when in all likelihood, I'm probably not. Unfortunately, my self-conscious nature takes over and strangles me with a lingering insecurity that I am powerless to shake.

Well played, Internets.

But I will have you yet.