I feel like I am supposed to hate the slang smol. But. Honestly love it. As far as slang goes, I feel like it represents its meaning well. Some terms are irrelevant, like cray cray vs. crazy. To me they mean the same thing. According to Urban Dictionary (a dangerous place), smol means not only small, but cute. It just looks like that meaning. If you catch my drift. Does that make sense? Probably not the most eloquent with words tonight. I have partaken in some libations, specifically this beer called Lux by Bissell Brothers in Maine. Normally I prefer an amber/red ale. If that makes it sound like I know what I am talking about when it comes to beer, I don’t. I had to phone a friend to ask if I should pour said beer in a glass (yes) and she could tell OVER THE PHONE, that I was doing it wrong. Which of course made me laugh and it just all went downhill from there.
Downhill, aka two Boston creme muffins later. Also dangerous. I digress.
Started a Neil Gaiman book I have not read yet, Anansi Boys, while I wait for a couple new releases later this month. It’s pretty good so far. I love Gaiman, but he is a little dark for me sometimes. This has nothing to do with the word smol. Can I call it a word? Are slang words, still words? Is slang word redundant, like PIN number? These are the types of questions that will keep me up at night. Previous examples, do people who are blind, or have become blind, dream? (Short answer, yes. Long answer, look it up it is pretty fascinating.) And another one related to dreaming, is it in fact possible to have a dream within a dream? (Research shows probably not, more like realizing you are in a dream, ‘waking up’ and continuing to dream, ‘lucid dreaming’.)
Going to stop there. I could keep going with this pure nonsense, but I will save the few people who do read this from that. Maybe next post will actually be about writing. Constant vigilance.