I never really thought about it, but I guess I did create a language of sorts, or at least injected some terminology. Ever since I was a kid I've been coming up with my own words for things, making up phrases, using different spellings, pronunciations and what have you, and after I started socializing more, especially from the restaurant and band days onward, my friends apparently picked up on some of them and incorporated them into their own speech patterns. I guess that's how it works.
I do know that when I see some of my old friends, certain words that I created will come out. For instance, whenever I run into Anna or Cay, I know for a fact they'll say "Hey, Figgeet!" It's etched in stone. I saw my old colleague Hank this past Xmas, and as he has for the last quarter-century, said "You Hosehead!" and I replied "You Hoser!" It will always be that way.
Sam or Andrew would say "Habatchee there, Figgeet," and I'd say "Habatchee" back. Whenever I see Randy or O', one of us will say "Ree..." and the other will reply "Fer." You can bet on it. If I ran into Kimberly or Elizabeth, it's 100% guaranteed they'd say "Stickeemonin!" Ha-ha, it's true. Lots of these terms came from interactions with friends, so they get credit too, but I did create a language, I guess you could say. Right on.
Everybody wants to leave a legacy of some kind, whether good or bad. It's certainly nothing of importance, and maybe a bit juvenile, but I suppose "creating a language" isn't a bad legacy. It gives us a laugh, and laughter is truly the best medicine, and it's a fun way to start the conversation after we haven't seen each other in a while. It's cool to know that people speak it even when I'm not around. I'm honored.
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