most humans in their relationship histories, at one point or another, have had at least one breakup that at the time seemed sudden and/or inexplicable. whether it just fizzled out mysteriously, or dead-ended very suddenly, it’s a peculiar experience that makes us wonder about the actual reasons behind the situation.
given the fact that we live in a world where being direct is more often seen as a stigma rather than an asset, i think there should be at least one day each year when we can throw off the bindings of delicate avoidance and embrace our inner bluntness. how wonderful would it be to send out an email like “hey lionel, how are you? remember when we dated for a while and then one day, out of nowhere, you dropped off the planet? what happened there?” an email like this should be written with no ill will but, rather, an earnest desire only to discover the truth. and it being a national celebration of “getting crap out in the open,” the person would be required to answer honestly. everyone would be allowed to write as many of these notes as they chose on this day, but would have to address all those received. that way, all parties could move on with a realistic understanding of some of their more controversial life-episodes.
don’t get me wrong - there is a time for delicacy and diplomacy, and sparing people’s feelings is certainly a worthy effort. however, more of the time the truth could really help us (not to make the same mistake multiple times, for example). for me personally, one day annually seems a poor consolation prize but, hey, i’ll take it for a start. the path to directness might have to be one built with baby steps, but seems a worthy one nonetheless.
i long ago got over my embarrassment over my grammar obsession. and engrish, i have to say, is one of my favorite past-times.
please bring back engrish memorabilia! it truly feeds the soul.
Hello from Tokyo, Japan.
In the US, I’m very into grammar (read: asshole). I’ll correct somebody using the incorrect version of your/you’re or their/there. When I was eleven, I wrote my local news channel because the sports anchor used the phrase “the Orioles did good” instead of the proper “did well.”
So you can imagine what a fun time I’m having with all of the “Engrish” seen around town. Especially since a new trend with kids here is to have large type English almost-sentences written across their t-shirts, such as “MAKE MY HAPPY.”
Anna has to stop me from taking pictures of every sign that makes me laugh because she wants to “actually see the city.”