Phrases are part of our everyday lives. Why certain phrases have become so entrenched within our vernacular is an oddity in and of itself. For instance, “they say.” If you think about how often the phrase is used, “they say” everything from A-Z. But who are they? For something that demands so much of our attention, you’d think we’d know. Well, I finally believe I have discovered what and where this elusive race of “they” reside.
Thirty degrees above the horizon in the Northeastern sky is Bob’s Nebula, just six light years to the leeward side of the dwarf star liquor to go. Within this bundle of mist floats a semi-circular conference table. This piece of fifth dimensional furniture is constructed from an exotic silver metal, worthy of appearing in any blockbuster science fiction production.
Five ancient, slumped-over members dressed in outlandish garb belong to a consortium that evaluate phrases and deem said phrases worthy to carry the stamp of approval to be prefaced by “they say.” And, there you have the long and short of it.
The next time you hear or utter those two unmistakable words, “they say,” and follow it with something like, “a frog will boil to death floating in a pot of H2O if you bring the water temperature up slowly,” take a look to the Northeastern sky and remember from where it came.
And by the by, a frog will not hang around in water until it boils, no matter how slowly you increase the temperature, even amphibians are smarter than that.
Have a great week, Christmas is on the way. Stay safe and may God bless!
The point of this blog is something I have probably mentioned before. Being that it brings with it such a lack of understanding, I believe it bears mentioning again.
I’m sure we’ve all heard a phrase such as, “They say it’s gonna be hot today,” or perhaps, “They say if you don’t rotate your tires, they’ll wear unevenly.” Finally, they say, “If you sneeze with your eyes open, they’ll pop out of your head.”
Now, we have to ask ourselves who is “they” since “they” have a massive amount of influence over our daily lives?
I imagine a panel of crinkly old aliens sitting around a semi-circular, high-tech desk. Each one dressed in a futuristic robe, carrying an exotic staff.
They grunt in a guttural fashion constantly spewing out things that, according to them, are things we say. “We,” of course, meaning, “they.”
Giving the concept of “they, them, or whoever,” anymore thought than this is probably not a good idea. I just wanted to give you a heads up. I’m going back to my current manuscript. Have a great week.