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Why was you looking at I? (Part I)


I already see a green underline in my headline to this piece. But then I understand that Microsoft Word has no clue about my topic of discussion. You see the piece is not a regular piece. In fact, I would suggest that if after a sentence or two you find the need to pull your hair, don’t read it further. Because in this particular piece, I shall question the basics of communication and hope that it answers me above these ruthless underlined green marks.

So who is to tell me what is wright and what’s rong?

The guy who made English? Who did make English? Wait, I’ll find out. So it is said to have uprooted in England in the middle ages. That is around the fourth century AD. I assume no one can be a witness from that time.

But like generally, why is I before E except for after C? Recieve. There, it shall sound the same. So would Kup, Pillo, or Tabl. You see we created language to solve a communication problem. So that people could simply talk to each other without the other getting confused or disarrayed. In olden times, a simple Aaaar… would signify disgust and people knew they had to stay away. And life on Earth performed smoothly and effortlessly. But some jerk in the ‘middle ages’ went on to give more complex attributes to this language, something that gave it strength and made a neesh presence. And In came grammar, conjunctions, punctuations, idioms, similes, pronunciation, abbreviation, preposition, prefixes, suffixes, nouns, verbs, adjectives, ok…adverbs, pronouns, facsimiles, determiners, tenses, clauses…   

We’re indeed an intellectual bunch. Yes, each of us. And the only reason we keep going is because we are intelligent enough to keep ourselves going for so long. Handsome, sculpted beings we have become and we don’t even appreciate it.  Come to think of it, we have progressed so rampantly in the recent years that we have forgotten that we were apes for millions of years, eating filth from bodies, unaware of terms like fetish.

Let me take some liberty to write some gibberish down.

The day before the day it currently is, me recieved a messaj of textual nature from long lost freind. It told I the purpus of this sudden remembrans. It told I the state of the freind and why was him looking at I for help. The need understood, me chos to help. For his charitee, I and him togeder raised money and now freind of I is happy.

In this horrifically written paragraph above, the only thing that could interest a reader is the stone-age, barbaric tone in which the conversation is happening. Agree to it that it is a fun way to talk. Ok, so why is it so much fun to talk this way? Because we’re fucking bored of the way we talk!

In fact, we’re bored of so many other things so soon that our brains might return back to the empty shallow shells they were before. And what after that? What happened to the apes?

And now and if I’ve got your complete attention, this is what is exactly going to be the topic of my discussion in the piece that comes in next…

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