Linguistic heat

The other day, I was grumbling, I don't even remember about what, I think about everything. With heat, I grumble twice as much, and with the European heatwave, triple. Yes, well, I remember, I was grumbling about the letter "L."

I was saying that it seemed absurd to me that we have so many symbols for the same thing. In the end, we have the uppercase "L," the lowercase "l," the calligraphic "l," the "el," the uppercase "ELE," and the lowercase "ele." So many different symbols for the same thing, for our tongues to move up and down while we have our teeth open. In the end, it's just a sound, and we have six different forms of representation.

On the other hand, we have the word "love," which can mean anything. It's a sign that takes on forms to appear in any conversation: "I love my grandmother," "love for the team jersey," "I love my little dog madly," "I love my new headphones," or "the love I have for my partner is eternal." It's exactly the same word, but it inserts itself anywhere. Of course, when you ask if the love for the grandmother, the jersey, the dog, the headphones, or the partner is the same, they tear you apart. They say you don't understand the concept; some say love for the grandmother is the greatest of all, others prefer the partner, some say the jersey is more important, and so on. Surely, if you look, there are those who love their headphones more than anything else in life.

In summary, no one knows how to define love very well, which is a simple sign, but everyone knows very well what the letter "L" is, or "l," or whatever. Today I discovered that I don't love that letter, I think because of the excessive heat, and after giving my linguistic dissertation in the pool, I said, "there's nothing nice in 'amol,'" and everyone burst out laughing.

They were right, there's nothing funnier in this life than a grumpy old man.