Since when did people stop caring about
words and stuff, like when they type and talk and stuff, you know?
I don’t think that was meant to be a
question, but come to think of it there is the matter of that upward
inflection.
In a falsetto direction, not to mention the
absurdity of the question’s extension. “You Know?” know what or whom. Should I
plumb the lack of context with which that question is entombed. Consumed with grappling
the question and you look bemused. I’m sorry my dear I haven’t a clue
and from the look on your face neither do you, but I’ll fall down the vapid
hole and let the chaos ensue.
To what or whom could the question be
pertaining, could the question be to see if it’s raining? If only I had a
fallback like code breaking training much like precipitation I find this ordeal
very draining. When did the English language die? I thought we had a remedy in
Mr. Stephen Fry, but alas the mass of poor grammar and vocabulary caused it to
wither and die, before doing so it cried ‘Avenge me good gentlemen, inflection
is nigh!’
I digress. Back to this mess of a question
I’ve come to detest, I feel it my duty to protest, pay respects to the language
laid to rest. Never shall I stand by and let supermarkets use the phrase ’10
items or less.’
I shall form an army and there will be a
conquest! Call the BBC; alert the press.
Its time for revolution. “Viva la Text!”
However vexed, the question still stands. I
tried my best, I feel deflated, disenchanted; depressed. I swallow my pride and
reply,
“Erm, yes.”