Word of the day (Tuesday, Wednesday, whatever day you want it to be) is
pithy - brief, forceful, and meaningful in expression; full of vigor, substance, or meaning; terse; precisely meaningful; concise
Those of you who know me well know that i hate, nay
loathe, talking on the phone. It often exacerbates my anxiety. Perhaps those who "used to" know me have forgotten that. Perhaps those who "used to" know me have also forgotten that i was not the one who severed ties for so long. It may be sad/pathetic, it may be a sign of the times, or one of many symptoms of my many neuroses... but i rely very heavily on online interaction in my life. i would much rather send an email than make a phone call. i would much rather send a text message or leave an LJ comment than make a phone call. In many cases, i would rather use my keyboard to communicate than venture out of the house. Am i sick? Yes. But it's who i am. Take me or leave me. So my preferred methods of communication may seem like "pithy junk" to you, but to me, my communications are
meaningful and
concise, be they here on LJ, in email, via text message, or otherwise.
(And also, i already knew that.)
ETA: i originally disabled comments on this post in the hopes of avoiding Teh Llamas but upon further contemplation decided that Teh Llamas would likely show up whether i allowed comments or not. So, i'd rather avoid Teh Llamas, but this IS
my journal and i wanted to make this pithy post because i needed to get it off my chest. If you feel compelled to say something about it, Llama-laden or not, feel free.
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nervous
frustrated