When it comes to writing something out I come across as being much older than I actually am. I take my time to think of what I’m going to write and how I want people to portray what I’m going to say. My style, my voice in writing in very different from the actual words that come out of my mouth.
When I type out a story or a blog post my brain forces the words I’m typing through a filter, allowing time to pass between what I’m thinking and what is typed at a fair pace that allows for a smooth transition of fingers to words to happen. I work hard to get what I want to say across to my readers and I absolutely love conversing with a variety of people I would have never met otherwise.
Now, as much as I sound well educated on my blog and present myself in a mature manner through my various social media accounts – in person I sound nothing like how I type.
I like to call this part of me the ‘Millennial Mouth’. When I write in proper sentences on here, using proper words, and most times proper grammar – I speak like I have never heard words before.
When I’m with an older crowd of people my brain forces the filter in front of my mouth and I can communicate properly. That’s the same with work… I’m a great communicator when it is needed of me.
But if I’m standing at a bus stop or hanging out with my friends at the mall, my words become atrocious. I sound like Google translate gone wrong, yet it amazes me when those of my age group understand me. I can cut out words from a sentence, or create compound words that aren’t really compound words and those around me understand. I can speak in sounds and use like a lot, which in turn has those I’m with communicate the same way and I understand them.
We are modern-day Neanderthals with cellphones, speaking a language that would make those older cringe… but somehow I am still understood.
It baffles me sometimes but at the same time I understand how it happens. Language is an ever changing fluid thing. New words are added to the dictionary every year. When I was a kid saying ‘cool beans’ was the thing and now its ‘on fleek’. When my grandparents were my age their words were ‘bee’s knees’ and ‘cat’s meow’. Every generation adds to our language… and as much as I feel that what I’m speaking is butchering the English language it is actually moulding it for the times.
We don’t speak or write the same way as Shakespeare. Actually, Shakespeare was a creator of many of the words were still use today. Not many of that time actually spoke the way Shakespeare wrote and with the language growing if was language innovators like Shakespeare that gave us the platform to build from today.
So, yes, I speak terribly most of the time but the words I speak reflect the generation I’m part of. I don’t mind that, since one day the words I’m speaking with be replaced by so many other words. My language will be outdated and I’m fine with that. At least the language I’m typing is more of the mature universal tone that will live throughout the ages. 🙂