Textese: LOLanguage

What is language? Is language the thing that creates communication? But maybe it actually just helps to get across information?is a tongue the  paintbrush to r words or are words the paintbrush that shape r tongue? R words a mosaic of our identity or r physical selves? What language is can commonly be confused. We have such an array of languages throughout this earth that seem entirely different but why? We r all human and we r all speakers of a language yet we all have similar emotions. From the duldrums of sadness to the peaks of enjoyment, such an array of feeling that people of different tomnhues hold deer too. Could body language be the mother of vocal expression or is it the other way around? What scour caveman, did they have a way of communication? Did they only use body language? Maybe that gives us the identy of humans? Is taht why we feel emotions the things in r body that.seemm like explosions? The mouth a warehouse ofn identity isnthe base for r soul. Language the basidi of who we r as aa person. What a silly idea. Language the controller of r mind. Expression so kind. No matter what u find, there are always words to explain the lot. Could language be truly a creep? Someone living in ur head in the deep? The brainwashed of our thoughts? What truly can we label as individual if language is so generic. The piece of a larger machine.The part of a larger body. The individual of a larger group. The country of a larger continent. The continent of a larger world. Teh world of a larger Universe. No matter what way u look at it we are and will always be just a piece of something else. 

In my poem above I think that I was successful in my ability to communicate meaningfully in Textese. I think that I was still able to explain how language is strongly connected to identity and how it is odd that we have so many different languages (tongues) yet we all have similar emotions. If a language truly creates our identity than what shapes our identity as humans. Could it be body language that does so? The only problem that kept appearing throughout my poem was the auto-corrections and mistypes when I was texting on my phone. That constantly happens to me when I text because I have a touch keyboard on my phone and I usually hit other letters when typing. It is pretty easy though to figure out what I am saying when I have mistypes if you translate the auto-corrections to Standard English. Maybe this does however show that our thinking centers around our mother tongue, which for me is standard English, not Textese. The fact that we read around auto-correct shows that we ignore it and in a way illegitamize it. I don't think our language will borrow auto-corrections because we already tend to ignore auto-correct when we text others and sometimes you can still get a point across. I think that it is possible to live without standard English because if we get more used to living with Textese than you also get more comfortable reading and using it. It is just like standard English in the sense that the more you use it the more comfortable you get with using it and you get more comfortable in your ability to comprehend it as well. Language is the device by which we communicate our ideas and it is a reflection of your identity as an individual.