I fear the day that those who decided this fate realize the full magnitude of their choice.
A hyperbole is something I am all too familiar with. For one, I am a high school English teacher, and I teach this in figurative language, and two, I often speak in hyperboles because I tend to air on the side of dramatic as hell.
My friends become irritated, or rather, my best friend becomes irritated because she seems enthused about little, where I tend to be quite the opposite. You see, a hyperbole is a statement. It’s more than just figurative language, it’s a grandiose arrangement of words meant to draw attention to the whatever minuscule detail that manifests itself in front of your withering eyes. It’s possible the words seem less fitting when it’s a serious matter, but they can also be used to dilute that matter into something more comprehensible for the human mind.
We all exaggerate, that is not a fib, but the human mind thinks in interesting ways. Sometimes a small detail gets lost in the muck until it’s owner gets tired and turns the idea into something so indefatigable that there is no possible way for it to be ignored any longer. It also contributes to the ever elusive concept of passive aggressive behavior. Something which I, too, am no stranger.
Whether you’re the passive aggressive doll that just likes to stir the pot when it’s cooking unevenly, or if you’re the literary genius who feels exaggeration is the only good writing that exists, a hyperbole is just what I said-a statement. Whatever its purpose, it has one, and it demands the listener’s immediate and undivided attention.