(at family dinners I played the role of Very Nice Houseplant)
On paper, the difference between speaking with someone versus speaking to someone is quite superficial. Insignificant, perhaps. “Why even bother analyzing this?” you might ask. In terms of semantics, however, the difference between those two is as significant as crossing a pond versus navigating an ocean.
I see this meme over and over: Someone is behind the wheel (cue steely gaze of determination), and the text reads something to the extent of “deciding if I should go home or leave town.” Leave town? Really? That’s your big getaway plan?
If I’m gonna blow this popsicle stand, I’m not just gonna leave this town, state or country. I’m gonna truck it out of this planet, this solar system, this galaxy, this universe, and hitch a ride on a parallel dimension’s Big Bang and start from absolute square zero within absolute square zero.