Dinosaur

This weekend has been rather odd because (although I’m sure that many others have experienced something like this at some stage) I have been having problems understanding people. They sound as though they are speaking in tongues and are a complete bafflement most of the time. Words lose their meaning and I find myself staring blankly at a moving mouth; the sounds that emerge failing to register with the language centre of my brain. What can it all mean?

Well generally, I tend to think that my own brain’s ability to make sense of the world is hanging on by a thread and that sometimes, that thread after fraying violently for a while, snaps and I wind up on planet I-beg-your-pardon? It’s probably the psychological result of studying language (albeit briefly) at Uni and knowing with complete certainty that there IS no meaning in language, and therefore the link between the word and the meaning is convention only and as a result tenuous.

This will be a particular problem today as I have to try and finish an essay which I’ve barely started.

I think I should shut up now though and decide what to do for the rest of the Igloo.