Musings & Threads: The Stickler AKA Lynda Bernard
Am I the Only One Listening?
by Lynda Bernard
I don’t think of myself as a persnickety woman. And I’m certainly not a perfect one. My shoes scatter themselves around the bedroom. My socks wind up, magically, one sock at a time, in different rooms. And I forget to change the kitty litter. Always.
However, I admit to having some finicky thoughts when I hear some of today’s inane expressions. There are 171,476 words in the English language. Why do people wind up with ones that defy actual meaning?
It is what it is.
Of course it is. What else would it be? The lost cause? The cookie monster? I wish people would accept that something is, indeed what it is. Without ever using that expression.
Which, even in Whole Foods, causes me to gag. It’s fresh. Or it’s not fresh. There is no such thing as totally fresh. Trust me.
Oh, no. Whatever happened to a vacation where I am staying home? Simple. Uncomplicated. And perhaps therein is the problem.
Ya know. Said in between words in a sentence. Often along with “umm.”
As in “So I was gong to the beach, umm…ya know…and I left my…ya know…umm…my sunglasses behind…ya know." A 74 year old dear friend talks that way - and it’s why we don’t talk on the telephone anymore. We email.
And like, is it necessary, like, to say “like,” like so much?
Sigh. A new baby is awesome. Having the cold of the century is awesome. Your broken leg is awesome. NO. A new baby is a blessing. That cold, depressing. The broken leg? Painful. And I totally, totally do not think everything in life is, like, ya know, awesome.
As in “this bottle of wine is amazing.” This salad is amazing. That lipstick is amazing. They are not. Not everything in this universe is amazing, awesome or even so bad it’s good.
Then there’s ‘I died laughing.”
To which I think, that’s odd, you’re standing there, as alive as ever.
Lastly, there’s “covfefe.”
And I’m definitely not going there.