It’s because it’s a half dozen other languages dressed up in a trenchcoat pretending to be one grownup language. It’s a mishmash of all the languages spoken by every invading army who has at one time or another occupied the island of Britain, plus whatever languages were already there, and a bunch of loan words.

This was further compounded by a bunch of posh dickheads who wanted to use their superior education and knowledge of Latin to, I don’t know, flex on the poors I guess. For example, the word receipt didn’t always have a P in it, but then some aristocrat started insisting that it had to have one. Like, “Well of course it’s supposed to have a P in it, its root word in Latin is ‘recepto,’ how are people supposed to know that I’m a very fancy man who understands Latin if I don’t spell it with a P?”

It’s all just built on vibes.