#Hashtagsdrivemecrazy

People.

Help me out with something. For the life of me I cannot understand hashtags. Yes, I know they help you get all linked up with people and topics on Twitter, but why do people use them in non-Twitter related venues?

Like, they use them in real life. On real written documents. In real conversations with real people.

I don't get it.

Perhaps you do this. Perhaps you are one of those people who close every Facebook post or text or email with a hashtag of some sort like #tacosaremylife or #mondaysarelame. I am not judging you. Nope, I am merely saying that THEY DRIVE ME TO THE BRINK OF INSANITY.

Why can't you just spell out what you are trying to say like a normal person?  For the love of 10th grade English, let's all use proper grammar and spelling and punctuation. Makingallofyourwordsruntogetherneverhelpedanyone.

#AmIright?

And why is it a hashtag? Who declared the pound sign/number sign to be the universal symbol for throwing the much-needed space between words out of the window? Is that what our society has become now, a bunch of punctuation-hating technology lovers who don't care if the next generation knows how to write a sentence?

Can you imagine if Shakespeare lived during this time? #ohromeoohromeowhereforarthouromeo would become increasingly more difficult to read. And none of us need that, his stuff is already a Mensa challenge.

Or, you know, the Bible. If Moses thought the hashtag was appropriate, I am pretty sure #inthebeginninggodcreatedtheheavensandtheearth would lose a little of its punch, don't you think?

Look, all I am saying is that I think we should keep the hashtag in its proper place and not in everyday life where the rest of us are trying to read your ridiculous sentences. I just think the world would be a better place that way.

#okayI'mdone.

#thanksforlettingmegetthatoutthere.

#ihopeyouhaveareallygreatday.

#spellcheckisnotgoingtolikeme.

#isthisdrivingyoucrazybecauseitisdrivingmecrazy.

#ineedabagel.