Predictive Text: A Look Into My Psyche

Have you ever chuckled at–hang on. First of all: do you text? If no, then skip down to where we start having fun–or where I say, “First, a bit about…” If yes, then keep on truckin’.

Okay, have you ever chuckled at what the predictive text function on your cell phone brings up as a next word option when thumbing out a text?

I have. And as a little fun for today–it’s been raining for 40 days and 40 nights out here and it’s starting to smell like decomposing worms out there. Seriously. Except the 40 part.

Anyway, fun. Today. No worms involved. Just my cell phone. No, your special treat today is not a double double from Timmy’s. Yum…coffeeeeee. Suuuuugar. Creeeeaaaammmm. Where was I? Oh, yes. Um. Right. Predictive text word call up from the delves of my cell phone’s memory and what it might say about me. Scary thought, isn’t it?

First, a bit about predictive text. When I type a text my phone offers up certain words as an option to save me thumbing it out in case it is a word sequence I often use. For example ‘soccer’ causes my cell phone to offer up ‘cancellation’ as the next word choice. (See raining for 40 days and 40 nights.)

Now for the fun. I am going to start a few sentences with common words like ‘The’ and such and see what sentences my cell phone writes for me if I keep choosing it’s offered options. It might say something scary about me, or it might not. (See blog post title.) It might make sense, but I’m pretty sure it won’t. (Again, see blog post title.)

Here goes. (The first word of each sentence is typed in by me–the rest is the cell phone–you can call her HAL):

The library.

There is a small purple and white bag that goes with the bike.

Yesterday I do not want coffee in freezer.

Today I will think there might need to meet at what pink.

The cat is a small purple and white bag.

In the cat is a small purple and white bag.

Home wondering how I will think there might need to meet at what pink.

Raghetti for free.

You rock.

That is what he said.

No rain.

So there you have it. A look into my psyche. In my defense, I never did get the hang of Thursdays.