You know that beautiful thing that exists between friends when you can barely give any details and yet know exactly what they mean?

That’s the beauty of language. That’s the beauty of evolution and sentience and sapience and HELL YEAH LIFE IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE!

Like, I could talk to alex about that crazy ass time with the pineapple

and he’ll be all like “WITH THE FUCKING YO-YO?!”

and I’ll be like “SHIT YEAAH THAT WAS HILARIOUS let’s never speak of this again”

It’s like

No temporal details were conversed, but both parties had an exact recollection of an idea/event.

When I go talk about “the thing at the place” and you actually get it

That’s it.

That’s what MATTERS in a language. Peeps can even communicate through a combination of six fucking raised pips and if you don’t think that that’s just some of the coolest shit then donate your sapience to a local shelter

What matters is THE THING. Do whatever the fuck you want to get to THE THING but really, my futile plea, stop discounting all of sentient life by arguing over the semantics in a ever changing language when we can talk about more THINGS in said time

no, I didn’t have a single date through college either