Communication is hard. It just is.
Language is a *lousy* way of communicating the amazingly grand and graceful thoughts going through the vaulting caverns of my mind. (Another way of saying I've got little beyond air in my head.)
Be that as it may, it's not just language that's doing us a dis-service these days.
How many times have you heard: "Would you pass me that thingie?"
ARGH! The /bane/ of my existence, yet another person who cares so little about whatever it is they're saying that they simply cannot be bothered to think of the work.
Whatchamagig at work!
Gimme the doodah.
It connects to the thingamabob.
You know...the /thingie/!
I blame the FOMO crowd. So much in a hurry, they simply cannot be bothered taking the extra 1/2 a second it would take to think of the word.
Seriously. My poor meagre air-head can only think 6 original thoughts every day. Why do you expect /me/ to spend one of them trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about here? If you don't care, why should I?
(I have long felt that we can all only have 6 original thoughts each day. The rest of the day you're going on ingrained habits and instinct. It's why I have 32 pairs of the same socks. They're not my favourites, but then again I don't want to waste an original thought on what socks match the rest of my ensemble. Hrm...maybe discussing my dressing habits is fodder for another article.)
At any rate...if you want to spare the folks you deal with, and let them use one of their 6-a-day(tm), then please, Please, PLEASE spare a moment and try to come up with the word you're searching for.
I don't expect people to become William Shakespeare and invent words out of whole-cloth, but on the other hand how hard is it to think of words like 'dresser', 'pencil', 'dog lead', 'whiteboard' or 'email'?