For the longest time I heard many people bemoan the horrors of what they experienced with the autocorrect function of their “smart phones” but since I didn’t feel the need for one it didn’t mean much to me. Well, As I type, in hunt and peck style, on my newly acquired iPhone, whatever version, I am beginning to understand.
Having a text conversation with my nephew, who did not have my number saved in his phone, Aunt was “corrected” to Ain’t. So I answered the question of “who is this” with “Ain’t Lavern” which I suppose could have been interpreted as not being me, said in a sarcastic manner. That was a nice correction.
Sometimes what is corrected is something I’d never intentionally write. If I don’t keep a close eye on what is being typed some may think that I’m not very literate or maybe even foul mouthed. Neither of which is particularly true. I believe that my command of the English language is pretty astute and I generally keep a close reign on my language, even if my new device doesn’t.
When I could use a little help with spelling or putting in spaces and punctuation the iPhone is silent; but an innocent remark with just one letter wrong takes on a whole new meaning. Forget trying to express sounds that don’t have a particular spelling. If I want to express my feeling of irritation as “blerg” it could become berg or blood, who knows why it is so random. I certainly don’t.
So if you find some of my writing odd, just remember, I can’t be responsible for a program that can’t read my mind. Blerg.
Have a glorious day!