Words are everywhere. New ones. Neologisms. I can’t help but notice them. Especially ones that make me pause and attempt to process… with no possible resolution. Like trying to remember important birthdays or my dentist appointment.
The problem is that there’s more of them. Combinations of words put together to Frankenstein-up speech when other simpler language doesn’t convey enough emotion to satisfy our more in-tune culture. Like when I smack my elbow on a door frame and a simple yipe and four-letter word isn’t enough to relieve my pain pressure valve. And because I’m a master at self-inflicted pain – and I watch pro football – I’ve become a certified cuss-smith.