The Beauty of using a multitude of words
One of the beautiful things that I am learning from growing into a Charlotine is the beauty of using words to express things in verbosity. It is a southern thing.
A New Yorker uses gestures and a word. Perhaps a glance and a shove, might work if the gesture didn't but the multitude of words that these people use are delightful to watch. Tones of voice and imploring sentences repeated, just for effect has been a conundrum to me. WHY? Why do they talk so much? Why do they repeat the same sentence, inside the same sentence and I have to unpack the meaning of a repetition before the verb and a repetition after the verb, means several different things.
I have never been verbose or loquacious, but I admire from a great distance the power of imploring and implications that don’t really mean what you meant. Letting people stew in their own misunderstanding of a thing that you took so very long to say. It is an art that I do often wish were a part of my upbringing.
Many days, I miss the power of pounding the money on the counter at the post office and not having to say anything but 10 or 12 meaning stamps and getting just what you want. I love that woman, for knowing what I meant, without getting offended.
The art of underlining your phrases and underscoring your inferences is beautiful, when you look at it from a distance. I love thinking about it and I love hearing the sentences from the southern verbiage and processing them from my northern ear. I think of it as a transplanting dilemma.
