It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Back

Aug 25, 2008 19:52

I love adjectives. 
Strange beginning, I know. But it's true, and I'll explain why.
Nouns. Cat is cat. House is house. Chestnuts are chestnuts 
Verb. Walking is a skill, running is a higher paced skill.
Proper Nouns. Titles, names, identities.
All very nice things, but not as fascinating as adjectives.
How bold is bold? How scratchy is your sweater? How much, is too much?
Adjectives are like hints. They steer you in the right direction, but supportive descriptions push your point.
Plus, it's all an opinion. I know that's cat, you know that's cat. But do you know how smooth the sand is?
Or how fresh clean laundry smells?
Or even how beautiful you are?
Of course not. We cannot hold the same opinions. Not nearly possible.
We build opinions on our background knowledge and experiences. If you've been on Mt. Everest, then the tall slide at the park doesn't seem that high. Assumptions are brought back, sometimes on accident, but constantly.
So, adjectives are the most personal type of word.
My lovely. My fearful. My euphoric.
Adjectives.
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