Jun 03, 2005 20:42
i have a deep faith in words. You can almost always rely on them, just as long as you know what it is you want to say, and as long as you know how to use them. While not all problems can be solved with words (thats what duct tape and WD-40 are for), all problems can be expressed with words. Everyone knows the first step to beatting a problem is identifying it, and what better way that with words.
There are some words i love: scrumptious, frog (it just makes me laugh), giggle, smile (cant help but do it when you say it), Dr. TJ Eckleburg (more of a phrase, i know), stand, sheet, windowpane, alphabete...random words that just go on and on. I might start an offical list in a little black book like i am with my quotes.
then there are those words i hate. hiss, late, car, dog, sat, love,whatever...
now there is a word. Whatever. that one just makes me really sad, and i hate it when people say it. there is one boy in my adolsecent psycology class named Alex (almost certain he has a crush on me). He has a horrible habit of saying whatever. I say, if you ask a question and the person answers it to the best of their ability you should not respond "whatever". Or, if a superior tells you that you did a bad job on something and tells you to fix it, again, your responce should not be "whatever". Each and everytime he says this i comment. I honestly do turn full circle around to see him and i say "you know you really shouldnt say whatever when a person responds to a question you asked them. It comes off as if you dont care, and if you really dont, you shouldnt bother asking". Teehee, then i turn back and continue my knitting. Another friend just said whatever to me, thats why im writting this. LIke i said, words are important. I associate certain words with certain people. One person i associate "hedonism" with. A year or more ago he sent me a song called "hedonism" and it was a great song and i knew it meant something to him so it then meant something to me. Well, our friendship ended sad to say, though i still consider him one in my heart. Today my substitute teacher was reveiwing Great Gatsby, and she repeated hedonism over and over again. So of course he pops into my head! So i talk with him, or atleast i try. I asked how his grades were, he said he didnt care, and i asked why...then he said "because they arent my final grades". I have no idea what that means, his educational system is EXTREMLY different than mine. so i say "i dont get it" and he just responds...whatever. I appologize for bothering him and let him be on his way.
I hate "whatever"