I’m aware that my Facebook friends dislike me for correcting their grammar. (Look, it’s my job, okay?)
Everyone gets angry when I dare say, “Don’t you mean lightning? I don’t think you meant that it was lightening outside.”
Or when I say, “Why are there twenty-five exclamation points here?”
And of course: “The words your and you’re are two different things.”
So when I have an error in my blog post or Facebook status and someone corrects me, I boil over with rage and proclaim, "Whatever! Who cares? It's the Internet."
First, I hyperventilate and scold myself for missing that obvious error. Then I search for the edit button and correct that bad boy. Then what?
I say, “Thank you.”
An editor who makes mistakes? And then says “thank you” when corrected? What a topsy-turvy world.
Why do I like it when people correct my grammar?
Because if my friend hadn’t corrected me one day, I’d still be pronouncing gallant as gal-ent.
Or I’d still be pronouncing novice as no-viss.
What if I still thought the word nonfiction were hyphenated?
Or what if I didn’t know the difference between the words blonde and blond?
If no one ever corrected me, then I wouldn’t make a very reliable copy editor, nor would I sound all that smart.
So why do I like it when people correct my unfortunate (albeit, rare) grammar mistakes? Because I don’t want to look like a fool.
So, please, correct away. If you see a grammar mistake of mine, tell me. I will gladly thank you.