I Should Never Use a Slang Word

 I am old.  I'm ok with it.  I should never use slang.

I found out what situationship meant.  It's not really what I thought it was. I thought it was a friendship that had potential for something more.  NOPE! 

Well let me throw that word in the trash can because that's where it belongs.  It's not what I wanted.

I would like something that was based on a friendship initially that had the potential for something more.  I'm talking going to Boswell books and finding good books to buy or going for coffee even though I don't drink coffee.

It would not involve a 3 am phone call.  I might be awake because the cat wakes me up but I sure the hell don't want someone sending me messages for something else.  I'm tired.  If that's all you want?  I'm not that person.  

It would be nice to have someone that would want to talk about books. It would not be nice to have someone give me something that involves me looking at what it is in a book or the internet.  After a global pandemic, should we think a little bit more about those activities and not be reckless when it comes to bodily fluids?

Ok, enough on me not knowing what that word meant because it's going in the garbage.  

I didn't know what snowflake meant until a few years ago and I found out that Fox News referred to liberals as snow flakes.

I thought it meant someone being a diva or a pain in the ass.  The managing attorney who blabbed my health called people snow flakes.  She probably has a Let's Go Brandon hat in her wardrobe.  

I'm not using slang to be cool.  I'm fascinated by language and using thought with the words that I use.

Apparently I was really stupid about a couple of words.  I'm not even going to make a slang joke about it or I'll find out I used even more inappropriate words.



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