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Affectionate loose lips

Lingo of affection and the artificiality of personalities have heightened to a whole new level.

In many ways I have always detested the lack of care of those who throw away meanings of significant and prestigious words - the ones only to be used with care and calculation. Perhaps it arises from the conservative, unaffectionate childhood I had, perhaps it comes from my formal personality. Perhaps it comes from my sensitivity to words and literature. Nonetheless, I have in a way submitted to it; the use of prestigious conscious words that use to have places, times and right moments to appear now come to use a little more easily.

At one point I had become one of them as a result of extreme frustration and excess care for these words; it was kind of like being an extremist and then being totally indifferent to the affair in question. I experienced a good period of affectionate loose lips... it's subtly dangerous, believe it or not. Going from never speaking the words (only at the right time, right place) to throwing them around like they meant nothing; it hurt! It hurt.

Thus, they're now used in conservative moderation. Dem werds. That friendship road had been quite rocky for the past few years, unexpected winding paths, potholes galore of course, although it looks like those damn potholes are finally getting filled, and newfound funding will provide for a smoother, swifter, more stable ride. Those words, like funding resources, shall act as variable costs; utilized when required, though if not, those cars will be content swerving 'round dem potholes anyway.

posted by Irene @ 11:24:00 AM