When I turned 50 and my nouns started to disappear. Somehow they get trapped somewhere in the brain and cannot find their way out to the tip of my tongue and out of my mouth. It is frustrating and hilarious at times. My sons said that when they left home they would have to text me nouns so I could finish my sentences. They have left home but no random noun texts have been received. I am struggling…
It makes it so much harder to communicate when your nouns start disappearing, so you have to adopt strategies. Some I recommend are:
- Trail off and gaze into the distance as if you intended to be mysterious
- Create a pause for dramatic effect
- Substitute other words and create your own language and idioms – reiterate them and they will soon become part of your family folklore
- Invent an appropriate sign language – this is easy for our family as we already have an epicurean sign language that my husband started nearly 30 years ago. It has been added to over the years and has even expanded beyond its original culinary boundaries.
- Provide opportunities for other people to join in the conversation – look intently at someone else and use a head nod to actively encourage them to fill in the missing word for you. It will appear as if you are being inclusive.
It is a bit of a concern that the nouns are disappearing – what follows the nouns? Do verbs or adjectives disappear next? It is going to be really interesting to find out. Imagine the conversation…
“Where is the thingy that makes the whatsit thingamabob doohickey?”
My dream for retirement was to become a writer, but perhaps that may not be an option if I can no longer form a …. you know what are they called… Oh yes, that is it… “a sentence.”
It’s a shame as I think I would be a good writer, because I would avoid clichés, like the plague.
Perhaps I will take up painting when I retire instead.