For no good reason whatsoever, I was struck with the oddest question: Where did language come from?
I’d love to meet the group who invented the incredible form of communication that evolved from grunts and groans. Not that I’ve actually done any research from which I may get an inkling, but I figure it would be a waste of my time anyway. There would be too many “theories” and “assumptions” drowning pieces of factual information, and I don’t have the patience to piece through all of that anyway.
Why is this plastic thing that holds my water called a bottle? And why is “Hello!” a way to greet someone? I hate questions with no answers. They drive me absolutely bonkers like you cannot possibly imagine.
Language–spoken and written words–is so amazing. I don’t think I would be able to express everything I just wrote here with a few grunts, a kick to your jaw, and a howl of confusion. Not even if I had the largest brain on the planet…not to say whoever invented all these beautiful languages had the brain the size of Great Britain either. Plus, it’s not as if we don’t still use grunts and groans and a large variety of odd sounds as a form of communication anymore. Yelling “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!” in comparison to “*growl that sounds like GRRRRRR!!” get the same basic message across.
I’m forever going to look at an object and ask myself, “Why is it called that? Who thought of that word? Who figured out the specific order for these letters to make that word? Who put that sound with that particular letter and why? WHY?!” Always and forever. The sucky part is, unless someone successfully invents a time machine that doesn’t end up disfiguring me in some way, shape, or form…I’ll never know.