I seem to forget half the things I start.

Tunes in my head: My Mind's Got A Mind Of It's Own by Phish
Atmosphere: Stressed, as much as I'm not showing it

Code.

There's something really intriguing about how the human brain works. Physically, psychologically.

And so we turn towards doing things in a certain sort of code. To hide whatever the actual intention is.

But have you ever thought what the outsider will think of this mythology of sorts?

As you probably all know, I listen heavily to Phish. And within their Gamehendge song cycle, there's an incredibly layered cycle of songs that all interlink to create the greater storyline. I'd be interested to get someone to listen to the saga without knowing anything about it and try to decipher the meaning behind it. I bet you they can't.

Similarly, if we were to discuss the intricacies of the HSC with an American or whatever, I'm sure it would be very difficult for them to fully understand it.

(maybe we should try a Canadian then.)

Gone are the days where simplicity was prevalent, right? And then there's just the inside jokes between what are sometimes large groups of people. Many people have heard long, florid explanations of what happens when you say it. Everyone should really read the first letters of each sentence in this paragraph, by the way.

But I know there's a few inside jokes that are designed just for the two of us. The little smirks between friends. The affectionate anger. The names that aren't real. When an outsider looks in on a conversation and the same person is referred to as Scotty, Scabby, Gecko, Basil, Didi, Bono and Fagatron within seven sentences, surely they get very confused?

Isn't this the purpose of the secret language?

It makes people smile and it makes people not in the know very confused.

For our American readers, Paper 2 of English is tomorrow, and we're all screwed.