Adult Children

I was taught that words are used to convey your thoughts to another person.

In that regard, I remember one time in a university classroom when the professor stated something like this, as he lifted up a chair: "If you call this object a 'bitch' and everyone knows it by that word, then, that is what it is."

I was also once told, "Never use a long word when a short word will suffice.

As some people may know, I have been a blogger for over 15 years, having had two of my own blogs (with four different domains, two of which are no longer available), been a contributor to several different blogs and blogzines, and I have contributed to many electonic message boards since first entering the cyberworld of the internet. In the process, one person once described me as a wordsmith, which I took as an extreme compliment. That person used that term many ago as part of a response to a blog entry I had posted.

When writing, I try to use words that are concise and precise in conveying my thoughts in order that my intended thought meanings and messages are not misinterpreted or misunderstood.

Indeed, I have had several verbal face-to-face discussions with people about the use of words to concisely convey more precisely and accurately that which is meant. Several of those conversations became quite heated when the other person became aggressively defensive, turning a deaf ear to what I had been attempting to convey simply because they were so entrenched in their own entrenched lexicon. Rather than get into the details of those discussions, I now return to the title of this Roland Hansen Commentary blog entry.

It is not uncommon for me to speak of and/or write about my 40-something (in age) sons and daughter. And yet, I am continously and constantly frustrated by the fact that there is not a single word for adult children.