Just stuff I want to say and stories I want to tell
Saturday, August 6, 2011
"skirt-girl has exited the room."
She didn't just exit...she ran.
I'd never been in a chat room before, but about a month ago I found myself in one. It was an over fifties chat room for Christian singles.
Man, that sounds desperate. I'm not, I was just curious. Seemed like an innocent enough venue.
I'm not sure what I was hoping for...meaningful conversation? Didn't happen. They were all giggling, using lots of smiley face icons and abbreviations I couldn't figure out. One guy was spouting out cheesy pick-up lines. I took a deep breath, then made a wise crack about how ridiculous he sounded. He used the "whisper" feature (I guess that means he was talking only to me) and said that I'm funny.
If he ever whispers to me again, he'll see how funny I can be.
(I hope that sounded threatening.)
Besides being a little creepy, the experience left me somewhat incredulous. It felt like I had entered a time warp and ended up back in junior high, except everybody now has grey hair and can spell better.
Complexions are probably much better, too.
I wasn't too crazy about junior high the first time around, I'm not going to volunteer to take a second spin.
I've been reading through Proverbs and I ran across one the other day that says gray hair is the splendor of the old because with it comes experience and wisdom.
Obviously, Solomon never spent time in an over fifties chat room.
And the next time I get curious?
I'll hang out with Solomon instead. At least he's wise enough to act his age.