Okay. I was onto something big.
There are two distinct languages spoken in American English today.
I glanced in my mind over the idea of Olde English, Hebrew, Arabic, Roman, Greek, the former languages of ancient times when those languages were spoken by entire societies, now long gone.
So I am speaking an old language!
The new language where words exist as sounds, has replaced the old, definition-based language.
Now I understand.
This is why it is so maddening for me to be in the generic hood, interacting superficially with people I don't know.
The waiter who says "no problem" when I thank him.
(Why should it be a problem to begin with?)
The waitress who says "awesome choice" when jotting down my order.
(Wasn't the universe at one point considered awesome? Is it really the same as a chopped roasted vegetable salad with goat cheese?)
This new language, which I call sleep talk, is the sleepy contagion of non-deliberate sounds; bubbles of syllables where meaning once lived.
Yet there is much to be understood about this language.
Listening is my mà ©tier, my quirk, and my career.
Since my response to what I hear spoken everywhere becomes the darkening of many a good mood and a cloud cover over otherwise delightful days and nights, it is my job to figure out what this new language means.
To begin with, words losing meaning and substance deleted from language.
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