On words

My favorite thing in this world is words.

They are power. You know how we all love power.

They protect you from being misunderstood. They relieve you from exploding. If you are equipped with them to enough of a degree, your pain has an exit, and you make the most of it.

Words are the most powerful thing in this world. They have the power to engage a world war, they have the power to end one. They have the power to deliver love. They have the power to heal others. They have the power to hurt them.

I love them all. Big ones, small ones, swear ones, French ones, ancient ones, misused ones. (I acknowledge that "ones" is improper use of words, but it's an impropriety I love). When you are bickering, you can win much easier when you know more big ones. Ask Reboyfriend. Once, in a disagreement, he pouted, "Your vocabulary is bigger, so you're going to win." (This was about two weeks before he asked for The Big Book Of Words Reboyfriend Should Know). To be fair, I was right and he was wrong, but if it were the other way around, I could have danced my way around it a little more craftily. And one time when I got mad at him, I could ripped his throat out with my words. I didn't use the bazooka ones, but I whipped out a few to show him my arsenal. He learned: Don't. Do. That. Again. (He didn't Do That Again, to be sure).

Words, and their glory! When you run out of them, there are like 200 other languages full of their own, and you can start new.

They compel action. They are the thing that happens right before any action is taken. That's why I told Reboyfriend I would never date him if he used the N word. It's not harmless. It holds the power to set more wickedness into motion than most natural catastrophes can. That goes for all other racial words. Make no mistake, words created from hatred and used in the past to establish and fabricate conflict: Dealbreaker city.

Kids are naughty and throw huge fits, I honestly believe, because they don't know enough words to express themselves. Moms say "use your words" when their kids are acting out. Well, most kids don't know powerful enough words to usher their anger out calmly. When you are not armed with their power, you have to scream and kick and break things. That is the emotion and power they harness.

Once, in a powerful and special dream experience, I received communication that was delivered through speaking, but when I woke up to write it down, I couldn't find the word in my mental word rolodex. It wasn't a word. It was spoken from someone's mouth, but I couldn't register the word when I woke up. I knew the word when it was spoken to me in my dream, but there wasn't a waking counterpart. It was the weirdest thing. I SOOO needed a word for it. It was a verb. Crazy.

My starter husband and I sometimes text awesome words to each other. We had a list of grossest/most awesome (synonymous) words. (Like, ointment and discharge and loafer and horseplay). Words are fun.

/geekout completed./