Words, "It's Only Words"
Our words, expressing ourselves, and what we may be really saying
I'm guilty, which can actually get me dead because I've been accused of quibbling about the subtle meanings of words; semantics. "That's just semantics, Neale." Well. "We are what we eat." "Garbage in, garbage out." "If I didn't know better…." I find words to be fascinating and the blatant and especially subliminal ways people choose them and use them even more so. Many seem to think imprecision of word choice and the subtle tones behind them, as they deliver them to another's ear is wholly inconsequential.
Hm. About as unimportant as too million dollars? No, that's not a typo. Or try this: you for dinner in lieu of ewe for dinner. Are the right words important to you yet?
Anger and rage.
Curse someone out quietly, with or without expletives and you'll stun your victim a little, sometimes a lot. Calm rage, contained hostility takes more energy for them to engage; they wonder is he really pissed, is she just playing, is my life on the line or not—I can't tell, exactly.
Because the accepted tone for anger and rage is loud, hysterical even.
Love is spoken in dulcet tones, like cooing to babies and kittens, but say hostile words in dulcet, soft, warm and cooing tones and you befuddle and frighten. Leaving them stunned long enough for you to run, punch them out, or come up with a third more brilliant and creative action to your pending conflict.
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