I've been thinking about a couple of things, in the last few days. Nothing special, someone would say, even if those were actually soul-mode-made. (soooo much love for this kind of words)
The most exciting point of this is that even if the majority of them was thought in Italian, right now I feel way better writing in English. You know, there are moments, in every linguist's life, in which you can't carry on speaking in your mother-tongue.
Really, that's simply statistics: you get bored, you need to hang on anything that keeps your brain active, responding to the world trying to confuse it with its unbalance and, as a matter of fact, you end up changing language.
By the way, why, heavenly spirits, did I pop up with such a title??
That's actually the very first sentence that came up to me as I selected the "post" button in Blogger's summary.
It did, certainly, have something to do with my weekend's duties - even if I startled myself, too, as I wrote down this kind of brainy-like aphorism. I'm not actually starting to behave as the-pompous-writer-I-obviously-am-not-and-never-be. Do I?
- As if it wasn't clear,
I hereby declare I will always worship
hyphens and hyphens-related words.
Aww. -
To be honest, I'm losing grip on today's theme once again. Don't bother, I shall go on. Maybe. Even if I can't be truly reliable on how much it will take to recover from this beginning. But yay, shan't we try? I just want to write something, after all.
Theme. Focus. On. The. Askjbfksdklgattic. Theme. {said her to herself, tilting the head as if something pushed it down}
The theme was something sarcasm-related. I'm sure of that. I'm right now not quite aware of the content I was about to put in my very personal instance about it, nor I'm aware of why I'm in this world and not in some kind of other parallel Universe, but still.
Oh, yep. Maybe I'm on it. Not sure, but I'll try.
Let's think about it, sarcasm is on our way in any time, any moment, any cantankerous (lovely word) and bilious person we shall meet while walking our path on road's sidewalks. I'm a pretty sarcastic person. But to be real, even the most sardonic individual may be annoyed by the umpteenth "You Don't Say??". Being it in a conversation, being it the new meme on Facebook.
Honestly, I'm the first one to be accused of the massive amount of sarcasm thrown upon people. And things. And Animals. Livings, objects, situations, your mother's eyes like Harry Potter, or even the not-like-his-colour-at-all Lily's eyes in the last movie. Whatever. Anything, really. I can be terribly tiring.
But there are times that's too much even for the stressful young woman I am. Because there are some.. let's call them... "unique", dear people out there, that should ask to Universe, as they wake up "Really, is this the day in which I'll finally be able to recognize when I should talk? I've been sooooo looking forward to it!".
Actually, they don't mean it, it's simply spilled out of their mouths in the worst moment they should take.
Seriously. Thinking about it, it's a Universe's fault, featuring the World with all its things - and, I'd bet, also someone else who decided to have some fun with us, mortals, for a change (really, I believe in You, but.. why??).
The fact is, the fateful - and, if you're lucky, temporary - mediation of one of these Chaos-bringing sarky people may as well ruin your discourse, making you lose your point or, worse, wear off your self-confidence in doing/telling/realizing something you've been considering for a bit.
So, annoying. I know when not to use sarcasm, commonly. Maybe, not sure.
Oh my God, I might myself have been one of those beings.
Too complicated. Why did I even start this thing?
Beats me.
