For The Love of The Plain in Spoken Words

Words and its meaning have evolved over the course of time and the process still continues. For instance, "gay" is not "exactly" what it usually used to be; "excited" could drag the conversation into an entirely "forbidden" direction; "hot" is no longer about the weather only. Conversations move around innuendos and subtle suggestions of an "unintended" meaning. Words while understood perfectly in a conversation, can also be twisted and a "hidden but perfectly understood" dialogue run parallel to it. Unfortunately, sometimes, this "hidden conversation" seems to be more "exciting" than the normal one.

Do words have an inherent meaning or are they infused with meaning? Just a lay thought, it seems to work both ways. However, we seem to "infuse" it with meaning so much so that a word that perfectly stood for something before can now stand for quite the other. If words could once be used again for what it is intended rather than dragged along into those "attached hidden" meanings, then perhaps our conversation would be simpler, lighter and "cleaner." As part of the human conversation, innuendos and suggestions are inevitable, but when those begin to target a particular gender, or class, or group that's where the trouble lies. Just a longing for a decent conversation with the plain meaning of spoken words.

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