War of the Words
Category: Communication

Many times in life it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. I suppose I shouldn’t be shocked when the same is true in the wonderful world of words. Everywhere you look these days words are engaged in old-fashioned sibling rivalry, and, much like life, the problem child is getting all the attention.

Don’t believe me? When was the last time that you were at a party and said, “My, my, you look quite kempt.” Chances are you haven’t. That’s because his brother, Unkempt, locked Kempt in the closet. Kempt sits there forgotten, lost in a sea of Unkempt’s haphazardly strewn clothes.

I can’t remember the last time I actually got to talk with Figured. Her bitter sister, Disfigured, is always yapping away, “This scar across my face happened from the accident. This gash was …..blah blah blah” Hap sits in the corner alone as his brother spills red wine on the carpet. The rest of the party tries not to stare as Misshapen waddles around the room. Avow couldn’t even come to the party because his brother sold him down the river.

Am I being ingenuous in my argument? Who knows? Heck, I don’t know if Ingenuous is still alive. Perhaps he was killed by his slimy brother.

I feel the pain of the overshadowed words. So, as of today, I will now be giving equal time to the good children. Reward the good words for behaving themselves. They deserve it!

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