Visceral…Kind’a whistles when you say it, ‘specially if you hang on to the first part a bit...
Visssssss…ceral! Or if you repeat it rapidly…vis-ceral, vis-ceral, vis-ceral!…
Lot of interesting words in ‘our’ language…well, y’know, it’s basically English ’n French with a soupcon of German and then a whole stew of words from languages all around the globe…we’re very democratic here in the good ole US of A, seeing as how we’re descended from immigrants from every nation around our little globe...
But, for today, I’m talking about a word that has been over-used by the talking heads ’til I just wanted to…well, putting it nicely…vent about it...
Visceral: • relating to deep inward feelings rather than to the intellect! It also refers to the nervous system which if probably why what I considered to be over-use triggered this rant…or, baby rant because I’m not really upset that our talking heads are seeking new ways to express themselves…(what I’m really tired of is all the durn propagandizing but that’ll wait for another day ’n time)
But when they do find a ‘new’ word, they can’t seem to help themselves, they just have to work it into the script no matter what…
One of them will come up with a word that no one has used in a few years…for example, a word like ‘detritus’ which got really, really popular a couple years ago…Anyway, I bet’cha I’ve heard the word ‘visceral’ used more times this week than in the past five years…maybe ten…maybe more ‘cause when I think on it, visceral is not a word that you’re apt to hear in ever’day conversation, kind’a difficult to express those deep inward feelings in casual conversation...
Pundits and talking heads have a few things in common tho’ and
More ’n more, I find m’self talking to my little dog, Willy…he’s just about smart enuff that sometimes he seems as tho’ he’s paying attention…but I’ve been around the block a time or three ’n I know that a dog’s attention span is pretty firmly hitched to whether or not you carry dog treats around with you…One of those old sayings that you don’t hear much anymore is ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’…I think that was just my grandma’s way of stating that men are pretty much dogs ’n if they’re treated as such, the world is a happier place…
If you think on it, a dog’s life ain’t all that bad IF they get treated like dogs…food, water, a warm place to sleep, the world for a bathroom…sound’s a lot like Tom Sawyer or my childhood in Beattyville…
I had a long conversation with an old friend t’other day…we were talking about other old friends ’n she remarked that she remembered some of those things somewhat differently that they remembered…I told her that my memory was just fine, at least on the things that I actually remembered…those things I forgot, well everybody forgets things…it’s human nature...s
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