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It’s just a typo


I was 16 years old when I created my first email address. I called all my older cousins to let them know about it and that they should start emailing me. (Weird days).

One of them wrote an email which had a minor spelling mistake. Insignificant, really. But it troubled me. A lot.

Months later when I met him, I asked why he had misspelled "Regrads". He said it must have been just a typo and was actually surprised I even mentioned it. I was surprised that he let a typo creep into an "email".

At the time, I had no idea what a typo meant. But it fascinated me. More fascinating than that was the phrase "just a typo".

It blew my mind that people didn’t feel mortified by spelling/grammatical errors. What weirdos!

It took me a decade to understand that I was the weirdo. It is "just a typo" and there’s more to life than that.

Two decades later, it still haunts me that I was that boy. I’ve learned, the hard way, to be less judgemental about others’ relationship with grammar and spellings. It’s still an uphill battle.

An even bigger mountain to climb is to be a little more chill with myself. Every once in a while in emails, I spot an error before I hit Send, and… I let it be.

Oh! The travesty. 16-year-old me would have judged the current me so hard.

Thakns n Regrads,