“I patented this shit, you bitch!”
“Life's a metaphor, enjoy it!”
“I am a rock. I am an island. I guess that makes me a mixed metaphor.”
“The glowing light of the raising sun filled the valley like egg yolk of a smashed egg.”
“That's not a metaphor, you dumbass!”
“I was moved to make a metaphor, but I grinded to a halt when I couldn't think of one”
A metaphor is the salt on your chips, that extra bit of oil that makes the verbal wheels go around. It is the explosive ordinance of language, frequently employed to blast tunnels of comprehension through mountains of misunderstanding, or to eliminate the formidable resistance of contradictory ideas. Because they can be so powerful, however, only trained professionals should use metaphors.
To thoroughly understand the meaning of a metaphor, we must look deep inside its elusive code:
- meta is an Aztec slang word for methamphetamine
- -phore indicates a "person or thing that bears or produces", according to Webster.
It is therefore quite obvious the word metaphor is a misspelling of metaphore, which means "drug dealer", specifically - "speed dealer".
While the aforementioned meaning is widely acknowledged, there seems to be quite some concern for another meanings of metaphor.
Some people, most likely geeky poets and underground societies, have claimed they've been actually using metaphors. This makes no sense if we take the first meaning for granted, but they suggest another. While the meta prefix stands for the same, the phor is supposed to be a typo of "whore". Therefore, a metaphor would be, quite simply, a crack-whore.
Addiction to metaphors
Like the salt on your chips, many people just can't get enough metaphors. Sadly, a metaphor is not merely a delicate seasoning that can be used with careless abandon, rather, it is the saturated fat of the linguistic buffet. An excess of metaphors can cause a blockage in the arteries of communication, starving the heart of human interaction of much-needed meaning.
When first exposed to metaphors, people are likely to tell themselves that they are just experimenting. Soon, however, the tantalizing appeal of metaphors sinks the subtle claws of addiction into their mind, and metaphors begin popping up in everything they say and write. Their peers can only be hapless spectators on the sidelines as they end up in a confused, near-perpetual spiral of metaphorical madness.
At this point, the addicted lose all ability to function without metaphors; they are unable to communicate even the simplest of ideas without using at least one metaphor as a crutch. Concepts become so wrapped up in metaphorical obscurity that observers may hear nothing but mindless babble.
“They are a cancer eating away at the boil on the butt of civilized man.”
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