I’ve discovered something recently. A lot of what I say doesn’t have a point. It’s just words tumbling from my mouth hole about some opinion or interesting fact that eventuates to nothing.
It got me thinking that a lot of everything that happens or is said about anything ever, doesn’t really have what most people would consider to be, a point.
Let’s define a point as a critical or decisive moment, or in this case, the statement or overall reason of talking about something in the first place that either conclusively proves ones perspective on a matter, or that which leads to inspiring or suggesting a course of action. Got it? Good!
Unless you’re a student or scientist or (proper decent) writer or general clever clogs, formulating a well structured argument that is working to lead up to an actual point is not something that is very easy to do, if you think about it.
In ever argument i’ve ever had, and I have a LOT of arguments with people (all in good faith, I assure you) someone always ends up contradicting themselves. But the cooky thing about the english language and communication as a whole is that most of the time, unless they really are obviously wrong, this contradiction is not only forgivable, a lot of the time it actually makes sense kind of.
Does that make sense? Probably not, but you know what I mean right?
Exactly. You do. Case in point! I believe that may be called an oxymoron, or a paradox. Or maybe its just irony. Who knows and who cares! That’s not the point.
So what is the point? The point is that… um…
Well, the point is that I love language for this very reason. It’s such a slippery tricky beast with so many complexities and funny little quirks that somehow, somehow manages to make sense.
The greater point being, that most of what i say doesn’t have a point.
I rest my case.