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How do I know when I'm done?

I left a message on Facebook for someone I care about that ended with the words, “one won”. I did it just because I thought was funny. That led to a literally whimsical discovery – no Longer do I have to place a period at the end of my sentences – in fact, it is now rude to do so. For online use anyway, a period has become a loud shout -- a purposeful exclamation point only useful in drawing unnecessary attention, or as a way of making an angry burp of anti-social angst. Sentences no longer end, they gently back out a side room when nobody is looking, they’ve become bars without a jail, so to speak.

Since a period is no longer an end to a thought, its new function has become nothing but a stuffy ritual of formality that writers now use to mark up or down generalized feeling of huffiness, or perhaps to strike a vaguely passive-aggressive note of semi-displeasure. It’s like when you are pissed off at a person, but afraid they might hit you in the noggin with the stick of sensibility if you complain directly in their direction.

I think kids today are afraid that Canadians are going to come down every winter and club them en mass for their imagined fur.

Toots magoo says I; finest kind – since this is something I use in my casual every day speech, it’s nice to see it becoming more mainstream. Or, it might just be kids today are lazy and don’t want to take the time to mark an end to a complete thought.

Without an ending a sentence is just a bunch of words in a row, much like death itself.

Kids are kind of squishy with paragraphs too now that I think of it.

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How do I know when I'm done?


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