It could be my obsessive fascination of the ever-increasing scope and mutability of the English language that has always kept me just on the outside of cool. I’m excited to talk about it; I emphatically argue minute nuances; I fret over its misuse at every instance; I marvel over the complexities of a language I was born speaking and the only one I know.
I’ve corrected graffiti.
It’s what I do, though it never got me invited to the cool lunch table.
I can’t help it because I love it beyond how much it seems to annoy everyone else around me. However, every once in a while, the glazed-over looks I get from my companions when I start in on yet another lengthy, “interesting” explanation of the etymology of the phrase they just misused gives me pause. It could be, however unlikely, that I’m taking it all too seriously.
Then…I come across this:
And my head exploded.
From what I could grasp, the findings are very interesting. I also nodded off a few times so I’m not sure. I also realized that there is no way I even rank on the English-language-nerdy-obsessive scale.
What the above thesis does for me, most importantly, is convince me that I’m not the only one who finds this shit interesting. You may be one of them. Enjoy fellow-Gram-nerd!