I've used the word soulful more times than I can count over the last month (which has been the strangest 4-ish weeks in a long while). I've used it to compliment my dearest friend. I've used it describe my 11-year old niece. Mostly, I've used it to rationalize my cynicism about dating. As much as I'd like to argue with my logic, I can't.
The technical definition for soulful is: expressing or appearing to express deep feeling.
I've simplified my definition to: expressing depth beyond handbags, fingernails, and exercising.
In the interest of joining the dumbing-down fad, maybe soulful should mean: demonstrating the abilities to breathe and to produce sound from one's mouth.
I realize that small-talk has its place, and that not all conversation is as meaningful or poignant as others. I have accepted that. But Jesus, even small-talk provides one an opportunity to demonstrate witty humor and gulp......depth!!
Rant over. It has been a slow summer for furniture. Maybe I'll start painting plastic swimming pools to symbolize how shallow the gene and people pools have become.
Nothing metaphorical about this photo |
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