Skibidi

I'm so glad we have a word for it now. 

Before, we just had to say nothing or something else.

But now, ah yes now, we have skibidi. Oh, the archons really knew what they were doing with that one. 

What a time to be alive.

It still causes red squiggly lines here, though. 

But give it some time and both the language and its word processing overlords will catch up.

I was reading this thing that was saying how a language changes so fast and it has to in order to keep up with cultural changes, but it changes so much that people two hundred years ago would have no idea what you're talking about even though you're technically speaking the same language.

This is why I keep up with slang. Not to sound pretentious or try to fit in anywhere, but I cannot be a scholar of another language if I can't even keep up with the changes of my own.

You have to keep updating the software of your tongue if you want to keep using it meaningfully, you see.

As a poet, this is really exciting because it just means that I have more words to work with. It's like getting a box of crayons with all new swirly colors. As consciousness expands, so do the concepts that go with it, and now I have more stuff to compare to other stuff!

Oh, what a time to be alive.

I mean, why shall I compare thee to a summer's day when I could compare you to the boiling laptop battery on my sweaty upper thighs?

Alison Krauss may have to release a remix so that you say it best...when you say skibidi.

And what's even more unsettling than both of those literary examples is the fact that nothing has meaning except for the meaning you give to it. 

Every word is a tool.

Every tool is a choice.

It's up to you how will you use it.

Diction at its finest. 

If you're not very creative, you'll just say it's all a coincidence.

The meaning is that there isn't any.

In other words, skibidi.

Will you resist the change and swim valiantly and tiresomely against the current of a new generation? 

Will you embrace change so openly and stupidly it knocks you on your back like a soggy toddler trying to befriend a wave?

Or will you let it float freely in your ocean of awareness, accepting the human paradox that the only constant is change so you might as well vibe.

Poolside tiki bar,

TWS