Sue Me For Speaking Proper English ...

I am beyond tired of getting crapped on for taking pride in the fact that I use proper English when I speak - WHEREVER I am using it. When I text, I use proper English. When I write a letter, I use proper English. When I type online, I use proper English. When I am bitching people out for some wrong that they have committed, I USE PROPER ENGLISH. I do not see “Facebook chat” as an excuse for lazy spelling and grammar.
Is everyone like this? No. I realize that. But, I am not the only person on the face of the planet who is. This is not a recent occurrence, as some people may believe. A friend of mine can show you “high school notes”, from over 5 years ago, where I was still using proper spelling and grammar. Correcting people for their terrible spelling and grammar - which I don’t do nearly as often as I could - is not some new phase.
When you send me a message online, assailing me for something you believe I am, or have done, I expect you to have the courtesy to use spell-check. Then, when you don’t, feel free not to get your panties in a bunch when I correct your defiling of the English Language.
When I have to take time away from writing a final exam, because the instructor who wrote the final couldn’t spell “families” properly, I am annoyed. When people use “your” when they should be saying “you’re”, I am annoyed. When people don’t capitalize the letter “I”, I am annoyed. The list could go on for days.
So, when I am sneered at for speaking proper English, what does that say about you? When I am told that I am “sensitive” for demanding a modicum of respect for the English language, what does that say about you? When you roll your eyes at me, for correcting your typos, what does that say about you?
When you post something online, it’s there forever. Even if you delete it, people have seen it. Do you realize that you when you post your typos online, we sit around in our COMM class, and laugh mercilessly at you?
I’m not the one who needs to grow up, here. I am plenty mature for my age, and I have no interest in your definition of mature. It is sad that you are so mistaken, but one day, MAYBE, you’ll find it in you to take the time to press that spell-check button.