English is certainly a strange language. I was taught the language phonetically, which must have been someone’s idea of a very cruel joke.
Spell “tough.” Now spell “though.”
“But I don’t know how to spell them.”
“Well, then look them up in the dictionary.”
“But if I can’t…never mind.”
Sincere and insincere are opposites. Flammable and inflammable mean the same thing even though dealing with fire should be the one area in which there should be no room for confusion.
Then, of course, you’ve got all of those weird plurals: a pride of lions, a gaggle of geese, a murder of crows, and a shitload of politicians.
As if it isn’t confusing enough, every single group comes up with its own jargon.
Then, people have the nerve to complain that, “No one understands me.”