language, according to some, has the quality that can reach perform in a way, things.
in the act of stating something is the possibility that something will materialize or will become a reality.
is like the time I was escorted out in kindergarten and I dressed all in white, immaculate, and the way I thought he ran ahead. Legend has it that then my mom said "do not go down." Obviously, I fell. obviously in a puddle.
guess that many people have been like, and that is one way in which language can supposedly affect reality.
can also be in the sense that someone, preferably in its infancy to be more vulnerable, malleable, is given a label, an adjective that, once set, determines the behavior and personality of that person. For example, I have a cousin out there that a stream of time we gave cheek saying he was gay ... (the mega fun to which we edged the lack of PlayStation and the omnipresence of taboos and male education and blablabla). That total did until today, no news has reached me that in fact our power vocative has influenced the sexual orientation of the cousin in question, but I can proudly say that we got, about 12 or 15 years later, leaving Carrillo automatic. Now, in most cases, the (auto) Carrillo's it, and we are only spectators.
's the same, but ugly, with the people that she told him he was silly and grew up knowing so, and therefore now is one big fool. clear not only There's stupidity but also created which, like the gaydar, it is inherent to another person, but maybe if those people never heard the magic words "are a (a) pendejo (a)", ignoring all his life would nature and could not be who he is in all its fullness stupid.
are examples only.
(joke)
it is with alcoholism. when you call someone an alcoholic, you automatically become one (or a) if that person accepts, there is no doubt, if it refuses, it is only by the tendency of alcoholics to deny their alcoholism. a matter of putting it.
there are many more ways, of course, in which the words determine reality (or our perception of it, which is ultimately all we have), so people (and that has taught me good hollywood) gives much importance to tell your partner that loves. sitcom very, very dawson's creek, very blablablabla.
why do not speak by No Doubt. "Do not tell me 'cause it hurts", as if not state things, indifference, did less real. and it did not hurt (the other side of the coin).
why these expressions of "mouth-tube," I've never understood (another joke).
why the prayers (the spiritual side of the coin).
there are several ways, say, and that only I put it to explain my confusion.
few years ago I was teaching at a school I did my whole smart card. thus plastiquito and every wave, with my name, my picture with my curls spectacular and all the fart, but with a slight error: it said "MAESTRO" instead of "Master." with a capital.
I let it go. my position within the school was not as favorable (considering that free time I set to spice up college students, "was, eh, pa do not leave with that and knows what depraved pig-) to wear my ribbons and out that "you know what, I wish you'd put 'MASTER' my card ... and since of being modified, please quítenme mustache little bit so there is no confusion ... Gill and then download it a few inches ... and teeth emparéjenmelos ... Yes, I know you do not go out smiling, but my teeth go straight! "O_O
nonono. I, or macho, I held and managed to survive with that tag. Teacher.
few days ago I gave my credentials from my work current (or previous one so ... pfff!). that's my job and as a proofreader and blablablablabla not to vary, I realized that instead of "corrector" of course, says "CORRECTION".
know that our language is sexist, but come on!! what fucks had trouble making the distinction?
now, of course, I feel the urge irresistible to hold on talking about football or box with peers, go with the guys who work in production and talk to them about the parade of the new collection of lingerie victoria's secret, or men's magazines or I do not know, hit them in the arm firmly in appreciation (or tolerance). I do not know what things make men among them, the truth, those, almost all are things I do with a friend = /
my doubts about this are different ... If not who I am (that sometimes it really became very masculine, especially when walking), my credentials for all ways would be to put on men?, is not there also the possibility that my reality has determined machorrita the words in that case? (Not think).
why, if the work refer to me as masculine, and without prompting, the woman who in college made the process of my degree became female and female in my application also without asking?, What stay?, or was I am a woman and want sex with a woman?
good, that's enough ... I'm suspecting that as a child and somebody blocked pendejeó the episode but each time I performed more in the realm of stupidity. Just A Thought.
Also, I'm seeing how I become thin lenchería model. until now I have a fan, but surely (and here I lay in my power vocative game to make it happen) by the end of the year will arrive at my goal of two or three Epiphanes.
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