Some Type of Way: One of Many Phrases I Let Ruin My Vocabulary

Well here it goes everybody. I'm about to blame a simple phrase for ruining a good part of my life.
I used to always know exactly how I felt, until... I moved to Georgia for college and undid most of my vocabularic conditioning.
See? Vocabularic isn't even a word.

When I first arrived to my college campus, I felt as though I had landed in Japan. I took two years of Japanese in High School and knew basic phrases and said "desu" after every statement and "desuka" after every question. Straight FOB is exactly how I felt.
My "own" language became foreign.

"Aye shawt-- Whetchyonaimeeuh?"
"Excuse me, sir?"

I couldn't understand 98% of the population. My best friend. Would not, under comfortable circumstances, even pronounce the name of Georgia's state capital "Uhlahnuh." That same friend helped me adapt to the town's lingo since his southern accent was SO strong. (And real talk, I truly appreciate him for it. I never would have thought that I would be able to speak with even a hint of southern drawl) But one of the phrases he used most was, " That made me feel some type of way"

I'll tell you later in this blog the evolution of my use of this phrase, but for now I'll just let you know that I began using it and could not stop! It became so comfortable, so easy. So easy that now I just expect for people to know what I feel without saying it, to know what I mean without expressing it in words. And I will tell you. It's not getting me far in my environment now at all [I work at an insurance company and a hospital. I get sideways looks when I try to explain myself with words all the time because, frankly... I forgot how to, and I'm failing at faking it... miserably]. I don't know names of objects anymore, I don't explain processes well, I can't recall exactly what happened in a series. I'm not blaming "Feel some type of way" for all of that directly, but I can tell you it started the path of limiting my verbal expression. And now I look like an idiot.

At first after hearing the phrase, I would say in a frustrated tone,
"WELL WHAT TYPE OF WAY DO YOU FEEL?!"
But after a while, somehow, some MIRACULOUS way.... After a while, I knew EXACTLY what type of way... he felt, as well as anybody else who used the phrase. And then I started using the phrase.
Language became a feeling. Even less spoken, yet more felt than body language, it was like we were speaking sounds out of our mouths that were completely irrelevant but we communicated through the hormones our body perspired. I have got to admit; it felt excellent knowing that I was understood without saying anything. Our lack of vocabulary created a bond in our community that... people outside  of it couldn't understand. I didn't. Couldn't feel. I didn't.

And though it is comfortable, a pro, it could either be detrimental in the fact that this could probably be the reason we in that community could stay buried in the comfort of our culture's cave, failing to move forward or a bond, an understanding such as this could prove to be a righteous feature in that we can come together as a community and move forward as one. That's different conversation though.