What exactly is the point of it all? The purpose?
Why did language develop and why does it continue to do so? Does it actually make things easier?
I think I have more grace with someone who doesn’t speak my language because I know deep down there is some serious barriers to communication. So, that makes me more patient and understanding.
But, it is there I suppose. I am guessing we all use it for a different purpose.
Some just communicate to get what they want when they want it. Think about a crying baby.
Others truly want to understand a process because it will be worth their time to do so. Maybe think of a doctor.
Others may do it because they want to understand another human being. Maybe think a dating couple.
But, how much information is enough?
Will there ever be a point where two people can effectively quit conversing? Wouldn’t you eventually learn everything there is to know, or you want to know, about another person? Is there a natural point where talking declines? Maybe stops?
Especially when the mundane of routine kicks in.
“What did you do today”?
“Well, I went to work. My boss yelled at me. Customers yelled at me. My co-worker yelled at me. Now I’m home and ready for dinner and bed.”
“That’s great hon. Sounds just like yesterday.”
One of my favorite song lyrics was, “I believe I can see the future because I repeat the same routine.”
I imagine that is what talking is like after you get past the decade mark.
I mean you have seen them. That couple that sits in the restaurant awkwardly looking around so they avoid any eye contact, hoping not to spawn conversation. And when it finally does happen it seems to center around the new decor since you were last at that particular restaurant.
Then you ask, “How’s the meal?” As if you really expect that to kick off anything different in the conversation than the previous 42 times your spouse had the same thing.
So, I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me. Of course, I have never been one for words. I just trust what the Bible says about men of few words. We are the wisest.
Because one thing I have figured out. The less I talk, the less trouble I seem to get myself into.