“I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.”
― Georgia O'Keeffe
Other people's incorrect grammar and spelling doesn't bother me, though I try myself to be correct at all times. But I don't hold people to my own standards and truthfully when somebody detours the conversation over some silly spelling/grammatical mistake it annoys the hell out of me. It strikes me as being ultra-pedantic.
...Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark;
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark...
I think language is so changeable that it's silly to get riled up over mistakes that could easily be the signs of a new emerging language.
Who makes the rules for what is acceptable grammar?
I mean as long as you can understand what is being said, I just really don't see the big deal.
If I add a full stop to what I am writing, it won't really match the way I would say it, because I can talk at a very fast speed without taking a breath, and yet no one calls me up on that and tells me to break my verbal sentences up, or slow down, or take a breath lol.
"How dreadful!" cried Lord Henry. "I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect." ~ Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray
I'm not necessarily proud of it, but it really bothers me. I make assumptions about the other person's intelligence unless I know that they are not a native speaker. I know this is presumptuous. That said, I think the people who admit that their writing is riddled with errors and get indignant at suggestions that they improve are guilty of a worse crime than I am.
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
I used to date a brilliant mechanical engineer who would hand write me these long love letters that were written in chicken scratch, with bad grammar and atrocious spelling. It was hard for me to take these letters as seriously as he intended them to be. I felt embarrassed for him although I shouldn't have, because he obviously didn't care. But I did.
I'm not a nitpicker by nature. I think the issue for me is precision. I speak a few languages, and in each one I take the same care that I do with English. I'm not perfect by any means, even in English, but I try because it's so important for me to be understood and to communicate well.