Answer: “lack of focus.”
I don’t mean to sound like an old fuddy-duddy (of course, using the term “fuddy-duddy” does tend to portray me as such), but like it or not, I am officially of a “certain age.” More times than I care to admit, I have strutted with strong intention into the kitchen, and upon arrival, completely blanked as to why I was there. Or, finding myself looking for an item in the closet, I will be briefly distracted, and forget what I was looking for. I have, embarrassingly enough, “lost” my keys on the way to the door on more than one occasion.
My wife and I have entire conversations without ever using proper nouns.
“Hi Honey, I saw that guy today.”
“You know, the man who did the thing around the house last summer.”
“Oh, with the stuff and that equipment?”
“No, the other one. He worked on the what-do-you-call-it with those tools. You know, over by that place…”
“Oh, him! With all that oily gear?”
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
We’re not trying to be secretive; it’s simply that the words don’t form as quickly as we need so, undeterred, we press on in the language of “pro-noun-cia.” (What’s bizarre is we actually understand each other.) [Read more…]