Like I can resist.
You’re is you are. YOU ARE WELCOME. It’s not your welcome. All that welcome are not belong to you. I mean, I suppose it could, if someone gave it to you. People are always trying to give me some welcome someone else gave them, but I don’t want that, I want to BE welcome, not have one.
I also want to be okay, not have one. “So glad your okay,” is such a nice gesture, because I really do think the people who type that mean to write “So glad you’re okay.” I never see them type “So glad his okay,” or “So glad hers okay,” but I sure do see people expressing “So glad their okay,” which is less troubling than “So glad there okay” because at least their has some fucking people in it. If there are not people there, then why the fuck should we care if there is okay?
Not sometimes, not like i before e, but like, every single time, you’re welcome.
And don’t blame your fucking phone, either. If you type youre, it will put the apostrophe in.
It’s not like were, because were is too hard for phones. Phones always want to take it to an extroverted place, talkin about we’re — and we’re not, we’re just talkin about were. “Were there any winter boots on sale?” I don’t know why phones think we’re all we’rein, as if “We are there any winter boots on sale?” is a question people ask, but we’re not. Sometimes we just want to know if there were. We never want to know if their were. Their were is not our business.
And for all those people who say, “You know what the fuck I mean,” well yeah, of course I do. But ferrealiously, I’m not a nice enough person to enjoy receiving some secondhand welcome you picked up on the interwebz.
My welcome? For me? You shouldn’t have!
In return, I’ve picked up this meme that’s been internet-copied so many times it looks like it rolled off a ditto machine.
SoCS ‘your/you’re/yore’ is brought to you by LindaGHill who knows how to fucking write