I wrote a lengthy, borderline whiny post last night for today’s publication about how much I hate the hashtag #sorrynotsorry.
And I just went ahead and deleted it. Because we’ve all got our own bad habits and linguistic shorthands, don’t we? And it’s not my place to tell you- or anyone- how to connect or communicate or not in this world. (Even if I think it sounds stupid.)
So one passable night’s sleep later, here are the takeaways from what I think I was trying to say:
What I Was Trying To Say
I will never again use the hashtag #sorrynotsorry. If I’m truly “not sorry,” I will own that junk. You could say that I’m #notsorrynotsorry. No one needs to hear about my internal struggles about vocalized apologies. If I’m sorry, my actions will most likely be truthfully reflected. If I’m not sorry, my icy glare will stop you at one hundred paces.
I can’t even. This phrase is no longer welcome, either. Can’t even what- finish a sentence? I’m so overcome with emoji-feels that the English language has left the room? From now on, Keely, finish your sentence and then go lay down. You’ve clearly overindulged.
THIS. Starting or ending a post, shared photo, or anything else social media-like will no longer include a solitary (and capitalized) THIS. What? Why? Show don’t tell, Flynn.
It’s like a pre-New Year’s resolution for my own personal laziness demons. It’ll probably be a good exercise for me; if I can’t manage to speak- or write- like a a functional member of typing society, then I should probably take that nap after all.
Join me! (Not for the nap, though. I like to sprawl.)
#notsorrynotsorry
THIS. Epic morning. #NotSharingCandy #sorrynotsorry (I can’t even.)
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