My Heavenly Accent and it's Authentic Emotions

So, I was on the phone today, ordering bible studies and the wee lady on the phone was a bit mean, quite impatient with me. You see, she came from the south, and not that I dislike Southerners, I know some that are actually quite bright! She was just so angry that she couldn't understand me, she actually said,

"Your accent is quite beautiful, but being that I can't understand you, it's useless!"

WELL! Well, I've had that thought myself; how humble of me! (Seriously, you hear something often enough, you begin to believe it; why'd you think your Sunday School teachers told you that Jesus loves you so much? They hope that one day you'll believe it.) I've often been told,

"I have no idea what you are saying, but I love to hear you speak." (All my close friends at this point are yelling, "Don't encourage her!")

How nice; until I'm yelling "FIRE, FIRE!" You'll be burnt; my accent won't be quite as cute then; you'll be pretty mad at me, then you will realise how completely useless it is.

I was watching John Lynch, from Leadership Catalyst the other day, he was talking about grrrace. He said it just like that. Grrrace. He said that you have to say grrrace in a Scottish or Irish accent, because only those accents make it sound as beautiful as the act itself, an onomatopoetic accent.

Imagine if we could make our emotions, thoughts and ideas resemble the words we use? That would be quite annoying for me, I don't feel as rigidly as I speak. So maybe switch it, maybe we make the sounds of the feelings we feel? Scrap the English language altogether? We just speak in emotions and meanings. How many people would be totally mad at you? How many people would be awakened to the realization that you don't really have the time of day for them, that you just want to squeeze the zit on the end of their nose and be done with them? But then, people would have truth, truth, like the pus in a zit, needs to come out.

On the plus side, we'd all be like Will Ferrell in Elf! I love the scene where he's all excited about Santa coming; he's like a wee boy when he needs the bathroom, jumping up and down. There is no doubt in Santa's mind that Buddy loves him, everyone Buddy loves, know it from the way he acts around them. Buddy lives an onomatopoetic life; allegedly, so do the Celts.

Do you?