I have written before about the expression “lumpy sock,” one that my family uses to refer to a newborn. I thought it was just a cute and affectionate way to refer to a baby or something small and precious.
We wordsmiths write to make efforts to reach each other – to play with words, sculpt them and mold them to our uses. Then, as intelligent human persons, we know that much of huamn communication is nonverbal. For me, as a drug and alcohol counselor with homeless people, trying to get them to tell me things they don’t really want to tell me, non-verbal communication is sometimes as important as verbal.
Language is an ever evolving tool of connection between humans, and making up new words is fun. I even see this happen among my homeless clients, work which normally has lot of frustrations, heartbreaks and disappointments. But the wordsmithing efforts offset the difficulties. Continue reading “Ever Make Up Your Own Words?”
This prompt is good – questions. It may be flagrant self-obsession, but I think it’s interesting and I’ll try to make it enjoyable for readers.
- What is your favorite word?
I love words and I love to play with them, so I don’t really have any particular favorite. Perhaps the word “Yes” to certain questions such as “Am I going to Spain?” Yes. “Will I be in Jamaica for two weeks?” Yes. “May I have a Bloody Mary?” Yes. “Will you publish my research?” Yes. “A raise?” Yes. “Go kayaking or stand up paddleboarding?” Yes.
Okay, so the response to this prompt about not being able to verbally express yourself is kind of a gimme.
After my car accident and the coma, I had word finding problems, which is common for head injury. That didn’t make it more manageable at the time. It took me sooo long to get a sentence out, because I was trying to remember what I wanted to say! I felt so awkward with my friends because I felt so damaged and inadequate. My friend Darren from rehab was such a blessing for me during that time, ’cause we both spoke slowly, so I didn’t feel inadequate around him. I also remember the frustration I felt at not being able to communicate with others, and fearing that I wouldn’t get better; that I’d be trapped inside myself.
Language is a beautiful and living bridge back in time. As one who enjoys a Renaissance fair, I’ve studied Elizabethan speech in effort to get more into character. I’m not very good at it, but I still love it. During the renaissance period, verbal communication was the main form of entertainment available to people.
“Prithee wait until I fetch it to you anon.” (Wait a sec.)