Mar 29, 2021
Where English dies.
I feel the wrench of pain in my gut...offense, offense, offense has been taken. I am the villain, or so I have been told. This story being written by others. The use of words neither foul nor mean offends they say, and it saddens me. Language must be allowed to flourish. It must. Or it will die. We must not take offense at small things. We must be longsuffering and unbothered. It will be painful and it will feel stupid. But we must let the little things go. We must give up being triggered over small, inane things, or our humanity and the seed of ourselves will be snuffed out like an orange, flickering light.
