“Drop Dead, Creep!”
“An accident has happened”
“You are so beautiful”
“I’ll never stop loving you, ever!”
I wonder if we even make use of words, like we should. What I mean to say here, is that we don’t. We play “Words with Friends”. We talk all day. We tweet and blog and text in profusion. If words are a man, he is without respect in our generation. If they are instruments, they’re out of tune and if tools, then we find them rusty in the shed out back.
I’m not talking about using words more or using more words, but a better and strategic use of them. Less is good. Sometimes more can be good too, if it’s the kind of good that hits its mark.
We might all have the same kind of friend. You know her. She is much-o-matic when she speaks. She is flowery and fluffy in her verbosity, which is unnaturally corny. She pulls the groan from inside you. Her use of senses and tastes draws you unwillingly into her smooshy emotions, leaving you violated by things you did not want to know or even think about. By the time you get to the end of the first sentence, you’re planning your own funeral. She lovingly puts 90% of her readers to sleep by overly nurturing them and alternately knocking them out with life-instruction-overload. Continue Reading
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