Decoding the Cryptic

In this episode, Decoding the Cryptic . . .

Welcome back to On the Fly! This week, we're tackling something that's been driving me—and probably you—absolutely crazy: cryptic social media posts. You know the type: a jumble of acronyms, vague references, and absolutely no context. It's like trying to decipher ancient hieroglyphs, and honestly, it makes me want to throw my phone across the room.

I'm referring to those posts (and emails) from friends and family that leave you scratching your head. "OMG, just had the worst day. IDK what I'm going to do. BRB." Okay, BRB, but . . . what happened? Did a rogue squirrel steal your lunch? Did your car break down? Are you suddenly moving to Tasmania? I'm genuinely concerned, but I have no clue what's going on!

And this got me thinking: Is this a modern form of writer's block? Are people so afraid of being unable to tell a story clearly that they resort to these vague snippets? Or is it just a sign of our "I don't have time" culture, where everyone is so busy they can't be bothered to express a complete thought?

I get it; we’re all busy. However, clarity doesn't have to be like War and Peace. A few well-chosen sentences can make a significant difference. Honestly, with the tools we have today, there really is no excuse. Think about it: Gemini, ChatGPT, and even the predictive text on your iPhone – they can all help you craft clear, concise messages.

Imagine you're excited to share some news. Instead of saying, "Just got the job! So happy! GTG!" try something like, "I’m thrilled to share that I just accepted a new position as a project manager at Acme Corp! Those Road Runner cartoons paid off, and I can't wait to get started." See? It’s simple! It took just ten extra seconds, and now everyone knows what you’re celebrating!

Or, if you're having a rough day, instead of "Ugh, life is the worst. SMH," maybe try, "I'm having a tough day dealing with a family issue. I appreciate all the good vibes you can send my way." It's still brief but gives people a clue and invites genuine support, not just a bunch of confused emojis.

The truth is that clear communication fosters connection. Vague posts leave people feeling excluded and confused. They make offering support, celebrating successes, or feeling part of someone's life more difficult.

So, here's this week's challenge: Ditch the acronyms and embrace clarity. Take a few extra seconds to craft a complete thought. You might be surprised at the result. You might actually connect with people on a deeper level. Writing isn't as scary as you thought.

That's it for this week's On the Fly. Go out there, be clear, and connect! Let me know how it goes. We shouldn't spend our lives trying to decode the cryptic.

I’m Patrick Ball. Thanks for listening. Stay curious and ask questions. See you in the next episode.

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