Good morning, you attractive and more intelligent than average person! How’s the start of your weekend so far?
Today’s blog is about words and how we tend to misuse them. As a writer and all-round pretty verbose gal, it feels a bit strange to be writing a blog post (using words, no less) about such a topic, but bear with me, because I think I can explain myself. Having said that, I will be attempting to explain myself using, er…more words. Flipping heck, this is going to be tricky…
We all have moments when we say something that we immediately wish we could take back. You know the drill:
What your brain tells you: Hey, say this! It’s witty, it’s apt and it’s actually pretty topical, too. Saying this sentence will make you seem more attractive and intelligent to everyone in the room.
What actually comes out of your mouth: Something pretty obscure, mildly offensive and more than a bit weird. People are now staring at you with slight fear and a lot of pity. Back away slowly until you’re near enough to the door to make a run for it, and never see or speak to any of these people again.
When you’re tired, it gets worse.
Brain: Er…try saying this. It might work. Who are we talking to, again?
What comes out of your mouth: Noises which are probably not even real words, and a bit of dribble.
And, of course, when you’re drunk:
Brain: Hey look, a random thought/complete overreaction/declaration of undying love! Say that!!
What comes out of your mouth: a random thought/complete overreaction/declaration of undying love in glorious surround sound, probably a bit too loud and marred only by slurring.
Whether we’re sober, drunk or just too tired for proper sentences, we all say things from time to time that seem a bit silly in hindsight. But when the conversation is truly important it feels so much worse to have messed it up. Essentially, Richard Curtis films have ruined eloquence for all of us. Even his most ridiculous characters manage to say the right words at the crucial moment (I’m looking at you, every Hugh Grant character ever), and that makes the rest of us feel bad when what we really need to do is just say “I’m sorry, I messed that up. Can I start again?”
The other problem with this is that the person you’re talking to is the one who gets to decide whether or not you can have a second chance. There are people in my life whom I love enormously, partly because they are kind, funny, interesting people, but mainly because they let me try again when the words I choose the first time around are not good enough. I hope that you have people like that in your life, but more than that I hope that you are one of those people who give second chances.
Most of all, I hope that you have a glorious Saturday.