If We Were Buying Words

What if we had to buy words for usage? And how many times we want to use them too.

The price is different for each word, as everything in our world. Be it clothes, food, tech, anything.

Some words are cheap, and you can buy them everywhere. Others are expensive, and you can buy them everywhere too. But some are cheap, yet you cannot find them everywhere. They are difficult to find, and that’s the catch, not their price. Of course, there are luxury words too. You need a little fortune to buy just one of them, and most folks can only observe them, never buy and use.

As an extra option, you can buy the spelling of each word. And the accent with which to pronounce it. Not everywhere, though.

Also, buying words in bulks is cheaper. And getting synonyms in bulk is cheaper than buying the words one-by-one too.

Oftentimes there are better-looking alternatives available at the same price. You want to buy one word, a cheap one, but here you see another, of a slightly higher price. And you walk thinking whether it’s worth overpaying for.

First, you contemplate each word. You smell it, touch it, feel it. You try to imagine how you come home, and say the new word to your significant other.

Then, you buy the high-class one. And before you know it, here you are, a part of the system. You start looking for rare words.

Quintessence. Cognitive dissonance. Exhibitionism. Oxymoron.

Is there some hidden price you pay? Yes, it is, you become different. People you know, they treat you differently. Someone, they are in awe. Someone else, they straight dislike you for ‘showing-off’.

Different people develop differently over time. Someone would pursue the exorbitant words, others would pursue extravagant ones. Lavish, sumptuous, extortionate, precious and priceless, worth its weight in gold, costing the earth, worth a king’s ransom, sky-high, costing an arm and a leg, a daylight robbery. In other words, overpriced.

Someone would pursue the stylish ones, never minding having their hands dirty and delving into some old rubbish books to find some at a bargain-price. They won’t get too much of them, won’t pile them up. But they’ll use them daily. They can describe anything with these limited words. Being short, but concise. Eloquent.

Someone would buy the rare words, only to find out those are piece of fucking shit.

The fuck I’ve spent so much on that shit?! Huh? Who’d give me my money back? I could buy a lot of other fucking words for the price, you moron! I myself can invent words, without you, the flying fucks! Hey, Lucy, look! I’m fucking inventor, we’re gonna patent what I’m saying and be fucking rich!

There are unlimited plans available. You pay money, and you get as many words as you want, you know. Err, eh, huh, emmmm, well, so, I mean, this.

There are tiny signboards of the abbreviations & acronyms chain, not many visiting.

There are services for selling legal (or not, but it’s under control, nobody is gonna touch you, never be afraid) licences to use and morph the words fuck, dick, cunt. They are expensive, sometimes much more expensive than the luxury words you can find, those you have to study before you use them. But the price isn’t to be worried about, if you are worried how your pals are gonna treat you without these words. Aren’t you a fucking man, huh?

There are whole business areas around just words. Some nations develop their distinctive features. Someone starts exporting the words for other cultures. Germanic languages influence the western world. Some languages influence the course of history. Some cultures wiping other more advanced languages and forcing their newspeak barbaric languages instead.

The world isn’t what it was before.
Well, except Russians.

The old timers brag the words weren’t for sale forever. Nobody thought of buying words, what a nonsense! You just get it when you need it!

They valued differently, the words—

The idea isn’t exactly mine, we’ve developed it in a conversation with my significant other.

Do you remember? Remember the time—

I re-wrote this story a number of times, trying to re-translate it for others. I’m lack on words myself, sometimes.


  1. The faraway world won’t ever get what they, Russians, are, because of the Tolstoyevsky syndrome. The pseudo-intellectuals, who usually never been to Russia, would teach others how great the Russian culture is. The survived Russian neighbours, including the Finnish, Estonians, Latvians, Lithuanians, Poles, Belarusians, Ukrainians, Moldovans, Georgians, and many others, including the oppressed cultures of the so-called Russia, they’ll yell this in vain at every other westerner: Learn. Fucking. History! ↩︎