These things take some time to get over. I am already elevated quite enough, so that words I string together, and words others string together, have little effect on my constitution and my judgments of the people stringing them together. Please value the absurdity of language when words are connected like train cars in certain configurations that make the train tracks in my brain tickle. Of-the-cuff comments and gutter ball ideas come from me in various ways throughout a given day. Some get filtered and some don't, then get shared. Take the good with the bad and entertain a broad general view of things and my words will seem less atrocious and caustic when juxtaposed with the absurdity, violence, and (somehow) horrible banality of this modern life. Isn't it great that we live in a country (so far) where freedom of speech is usually a guaranteed right and? Isn't it even greater that as humans we have the right to be offended and to voice our displeasure with the words and actions of others by using words and actions of our owns? This can be quite a responsibility to endure; maintaining a modicum of tactful restraint to prevent the outbreak of violence over use of our language. Is it possible to be offended that someone is actually offended? What is that even called?
Seven Words
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