All of us love to hear our own voices. And, if we had the choice, our voices might be the only thing we’d like to hear day in and day out, even if it didn’t come from us. I will be the first to admit that I like to listen to people who talk like myself, while risking bloody eardrums from those who don’t, but this has nothing to do with the apparent intellectualism of the individual.
No; manner of speaking is the root of those weeds that secretly strangle linguistics.
If a manner rides along a monotone, hardly seeming invested at all in the conversation, sounding like its staggering attention just shifted itself from the bong to you – that voice is a weed.
If a manner speaks with an elevated dialect and heightened charisma, but laughs when you question its stance and converts to a patronizing lecture – that voice is a weed.
If a manner swears in vulgar terms for no other reason than unnecessary emphasis – that voice is a weed.
Linguistics will die because language has lost its balance. Perhaps it’s a high-tech- reliance, or the “popular persona” of the age, but people are either too manufactured or not at all. I hear no voice ringing with blended truth, interest, mild-manners, and cultivation; all that resounds is one collective “Screw it” of a people that couldn’t be bothered to snip the weeds choking their flowers.
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