Did you ever notice that life increasingly becomes filled with in-jokes and other inside references? I have friends who I can have coded conversations with. We wont speak pig latin or any foreign language, but in english our conversation can be indecipherable to anyone listening in who lacks our context. 

I suppose any subset of humaity is like that. I am not a Christian, Muslim or Jewish, so many of the reference members of those faiths might make, to each other, could be obscure to me. 

I am a larper.  I Have been for more than 20 years.  If I talk about a stick jock, a backpack healer, or jumpy stones then my larper pals will know what I am talking about.  I am pretty sure no one else will without an internet search. 

I find myself wondering if in my 60's or 70's I will be so indecipherable that it will be like that Star Trek The Next Generation episode with the race that communicates with context.
"At Arinth, with the Irregulars, when the Emperor fell."

There is a man waiting at the tavern, his voice like well worn leather and his eyes burn with intensity. He will give you a quest. If you take this quest, you will wander far. You will walk through burning sands, to find mountains. You will climb mountains to find the lost sea.

You will cross this sea to find the haunted forest. She will meet you there, the last queen of fairie. She will take your heart. She will hold it in her hand & sing it songs. You will continue, the quest is not done, but your heart will remain with her till the end of stories.

The quest will continue to the river. You will capture a fish. The fish will tell you three lies and a truth. When you decipher which is which, placing each in the correct book, it will find your way to the Fortress of Night. Yow will enter the fortress using the lies as keys. 

Once in the Fortress of Night, you will find your way to the dungeon. The dungeon runs deep and the prisoners held within are long dead. Only bones and rags remain. When you reach the bottom of the dungeon only the guard remains, a dark apparition made of broken dreams & shadow. 

You will defeat this shade with a blade name Hope. You will drive it into the dark heart of the guard. The shadow fallen, you will claim his treasure, a spark of star light, lost long ago and now found once more.  You place the starlight where your heart once rested. 

The quest completed you will return, up the river, through the haunted forrest where your heart remains, across the lost sea, down the mountain, and across the burning sands. You will return to your tavern with star light, star fire, burning in your chest. 

At last, you will rest, your eyes burning. You will speak of a quest to someone new, your voice, sounding like worn leather, will tell another of their quest. You will send them on their way to find their own fire, till all the stories are done.