Let me take you to a place you may have been countless times in your life--I know I have. Your telling someone--your best friend, significant other, parent, teacher or whatever--a story.
It's a great story, rife with vivid imagery and catchy dialogue and suspense and just...well, all the hallmarks of a great story. And then, you get to the best part, the juiciest detail, the apex of this recount that is going to knock your listener right on his or her butt, and you are trying to describe this one moment...and you can't think of the word to give that moment its due justice.
You are literally stumped for a word and you end up going with some lame synonym that pops into your head (probably from Bunje's damn SAT Vocab list) but you know that your story falls flat because that was SO not the word you wanted. Ever happen to you? Why, do you think?
Well, I have a theory. It's in its nascent stages, but a theory nonetheless. I have procured said theory by perusing ( a word that does not mean what many of you think it means, incidentally) The Global Language Monitor. You all thought I was the world's hugest dork when I told you about it!
Remember how many words we now have? Forgot? Go here: http://www.languagemonitor.com/global-english/no-of-words/
This site is dedicated to tracking trends in language, specifically the English language, and it is chock full of all kinds of fascinating facts about word etymologies, global trends, colloquialisms etc. It's really cool, especially if you're a geek like me (and many of you are--don't even try to front).
Anyway, it was while I was on this site that my theory began to crystallize about why we, at the worst possible moments, are suddenly at a loss for words.
BTW--Know what the millionth word was?? "Octomom." Such a disappointment. Which is just one more idea proving that pop culture is the crux of societal knowledge. (If the blog had emojis, I'd put the one that looks like it is contemplating something, here)
Anyway, 1,000,000 is a pretty impressive number by any standard, especially when you consider that the French Language has fewer than 100,000 words total. The average human has approximately 14,000 words in his or her repertoire. Shakespeare had 24,000--1,700 of which he made up--floating around his brilliant brain. Man, I love that guy.
So, all this to say..what? Well, even with all of those words zooming through the ether, the bottom line is there is sometimes no word to describe, define, pinpoint or whatever, the "undefinable." That's why we can't finish the story in the scenario I mentioned earlier. Undefinable words usually fall into one of three categories: feelings, abstract concepts and phenomena.
When I say feelings, I mean like, that sensation that washes over you the first warm day after a long, cold winter when you are driving in a car with all the windows down and radio tuned into your favorite song. Or, the feeling you get when you just get your crush's phone number and you're staring at your cell phone, sweating, pacing, wondering if you should start to text.
Occasionally, mixed in with feelings are some abstract concepts, like the idea of strength, character, courage etc.
And I know we have all experiences some weird phenomena-type occurrences that we write off as "coincidence" which is a catch-all word that doesn't really encapsulate the notion that, for example, when someone you know gets pregnant suddenly all you see are pregnant women or maternity stores or baby paraphernalia. Or, when you buy a new car you begin to notice that there are 4 of that same car within a mile of your house.
All of these things and so many more, despite the much-vaunted number the GLM is broadcasting about the English Language, simply do not have a word that really captures the essence of their true meaning.
That is, until this blog.
Your task this week, Langers, is to put a word to those notions, concepts, feelings and/or phenomena. So, first I want you to think of one of those moments--the feelings, concepts or phenomena that you personally have experienced. Then, I would like you to talk about the "synonym" that would closely describe it, even though you know in your heart that synonym doesn't do it justice. Then, in a whimsical fit of language acquisition, I want you to MAKE UP a word that would better describe what you're talking about. Hell, if Mary Poppins can do it, why can't we? :)
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ReplyDeleteAlthough it’s not necessarily a story or any type of event at all, I experience a feeling that is actually really hard to describe. From time to time, I find myself laying in bed on my phone with no actual emotion. I could go through the whole day and it would feel as if i’m a robot or just plain empty inside. Before I go on, no it’s not a feeling of sadness or happiness at all. The only thing I’m certain of is that I hate feeling whatever it is. Of all the times I have went through this “mood” I always have the same comparison. It feels like I’m not human in away, like i’m trapped in a dreamy state of some sort. The synonym that I almost am disappointed by for this emotion would be misplaced. After I started to actually try and describe this certain experience, I notice it sounds pretty creepy. Because of it’s creepiness it sounds scary in a way. So, since it sounds scary it would make sense that the word I make up for it would also sound scary. My made up word is bluezzy. I failed at making the word sound scary but I chose this word on account of two things. Blue reminds me of sadness and loneliness so it only made sense to include that in the word. Also, zz is usually a symbol referring to going to sleep or being in a dream which I did mention is what I could relate to feeling similar to. As of today, I could now refer to the unfamiliar emotion as Bluezzy.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever woken up and not wanted to get out of bed? Like your muscles wouldn't cooperate and you felt like you were frozen in bed? Like you feel like you couldn't move, but know full well that you could? I don't really know how to describe this feeling, since it is very abstract. Maybe I'm crazy and I only experience this feeling myself. It's not like I'm extremely lazy or paralyzed. It's like trying to describe a color or feeling heavy silence. It's weird and alien and human all at the same time. When I wake up in the mornings, and attempt to get ready for school, I know I have to get up, but my muscles are playing around. I guess it's sorta similar to trying to completely clench your hand into a fist as soon as you wake up (If you haven't tried it, it feels extremely weird). So, to do some justice, the word I made up is raggish. It makes sense, in a way. A rag doll is something with no feeling, no muscles, so gravity has complete control over it. If it gets thrown across the room, it's extremities flail wildly. It is probably the closest word that can describe that feeling.
ReplyDeleteAs I live through each day, I experience different feelings and emotions. When I try describing them to people, a lot of the time they just end up very confused with really no comment about anything I just explained. Of course there are many ways to describe certain feelings that I experience, and I will include some examples right about now:
ReplyDeleteThe warmth that takes over your body while you’re watching the sun rise on the beach; For those of you who have yet to experience this, all I have to say to you is that it is quite amazing. Sitting on the beach at the crack of dawn, listening to the waves rumble, feeling so isolated yet so connected to the world, and watching a new day begin right before your eyes has tranquility written all over it. The feeling of this is one of peace, one of joy, one of the appreciation of life and a fresh start.
The feeling of taking the first bite of a slice of pizza; I’m sure most of you, if not all of you know what I’m talking about here when I say that taking your first bite of a slice of pizza is nothing but pure satisfaction. This action carries many synonyms, but I’m pretty confident that the word “satisfaction” is a perfect match for this example.
On a less positive note, there are also feelings and moments that I experience that aren’t so wonderful. Kind of like stepping in water while wearing socks; this is by far THE most annoying feeling ever, and no amount of negative synonyms do it justice. However the best one I have for this annoying feeling is frustration. I can’t even begin to explain how frustrated soggy socks make me, OR how the person that spilt the water on the floor doesn’t think to clean it up. Oh, how lovely this world would be if soggy socks didn’t exist.
Another feeling that gets me going is knowing that you have to run out to your car in the rain. Yes, I know, umbrellas do exist, but that’s just SO much work for such a quick run. If you have ever experienced the feeling of “dread” before, then you know exactly what I mean when I say I dread nothing more than running to my car in the rain.
Now that you have an idea of the feelings I cherish and the feelings that I want to bury deep into a hole and forget about, here’s a feeling that most people do not understand. A feeling that I wish more people have felt, so I have some reassurance that I’m not a complete weirdo. A feeling that I wish had a word connected to it, so I don’t have to keep explaining it to people only to receive disturbed looks in return…
So… Have you ever been so thirsty that you make yourself a nice glass of ice water and you just don’t stop drinking it? You just keep sipping and sipping and chugging and chugging until the only thing left in the glass is a bunch of ice cubes. And then you sit back, and take a breath, and you literally feel the water traveling down your body. By feel I don’t mean the coldness of it in the back of your throat. By feel I mean that you feel the water go down your esophagus and settle into your stomach because you were just THAT thirsty...No? Okay. Well, that happens to me ALL the time, and if no one else knows what I’m talking about then maybe I should go see a doctor or something, but all in all, this concept occurs quite often, and I really wish that there was a term I could use instead of that whole description that probably really did nothing but confuse you all. I mean sure, I could say that it’s a refreshing feeling, but that could really mean anything, since water is just a refreshing thing, regardless of the feeling that is gives people when consumed. Water is refreshing, and that is that. So, with that being said, the word that I am creating for this feeling is...Drum roll please…
“Aquarush”
ReplyDeleteObviously, the “aqua” part comes from the fact that water is being consumed. And I’m sure it’s pretty easy to figure out that the “rush” part comes from the feeling of the rush of cold water traveling through the body. So next time I come up to one of you and start talking about this epic aquarush I just experienced, I hope that you all know exactly what I’m talking about, and maybe you will have experienced it yourself by then. :)
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ReplyDeleteEvery summer when I go into a pool for some reason while I’m getting in, when the water hits the area right above my belly button I get this feeling. It’s a feeling that makes me feel like I’m a little girl again. I don’t just mean I feel like I’m little again I mean I literally feel like I’m 7 years old, in a one piece bathing suit, and still can’t touch the bottom of the pool. I know I sound crazy but that’s just the feeling I get EVERY single time. It transports me back to this one specific day when I was younger and me and my sister were getting ready to swim and my mom brought us out a plate of nachos and ice water and it was one of the best feelings. A synonym that would be compared to this moment would be ‘flashback’ but that’s not what it is. For this feeling I would use the made up word ‘tempus recurrence’. I used the word tempus because it’s Latin for time (and if I’m being honest here I only used it because time sounds really lame). This feeling happens to me ALL the time. It might happen to other people but seriously I experience tempus recurrence almost once a month. It happened to me this week actually when I sat in my old bus seat and I felt like my sister was just a few seats in front of me on our way to school. Another one is when I walk outside and it feels like the first day of spring again and I get the feeling that I have a track meet that day (even though I’m not doing Spring Track this year). When these happen though I get a feeling it my gut. It’s a tingly feeling, like you get before you do something nerve racking or crazy. Don’t get me wrong it’s a nice feeling but after it kinda leaves you with this empty feeling, because whatever you felt like you were doing, you weren’t and you miss it. In the song Stressed Out by none other than Twenty One Pilots, Tyler raps, “Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from, I’d make a candle out of it, If I ever found it…” and so on. You probably know the song so then you would know he talks about how his brother would be the only other person to buy the metaphorical candle. I relate to this feeling so strongly because a lot of these memories are memories that my sister and I share. I guess you could call some of these things my ‘triggers’ on a less intense scale, but they really do make me feel like I’m time traveling. I get most of these feelings in the spring because outside temperatures have a lot to do with them. So this spring if you hear me say “It feels like [insert whatever I say it feels like here], but like it REALLY feels like it.” just be aware that I’m experiencing temporus recurrence.
DeleteWhen I go to my favorite places such as the beach, or on a tropical vacation, I get an instant rush of happiness throughout my body. I immediately feel like everything is okay. I feel content with how my life is going. I feel alive. I feel alive in that very moment. I take in everything that's around me: the waves crashing; the feeling of warm sand on your feet, the comfortable weather; the salty, beach air smell; the hot sun against your skin, etc. The beach just makes me a happy person. Just lying there in the hot, hot sun with no obligations or things to do; you are just in a relaxed state of mind. But the beach is more than just the sun, the sand, and the waves; research shows that you are happier at the beach. The UV rays from the sun stimulates vitamin D, which boosts our production of serotonin, the chemical that works to keep us feeling upbeat, and happy. Now if you have ever taken a nap on the beach or if you have ever just focused on the beach waves, you know the repetitive sound of the gentle waves can eliminate stress and bring about a state of calmness. Plus, research shows that the sound of waves can alter the wave patterns in the brain, making you more calm and relaxed. And I don't know about you, but when I’m calm and relaxed, I sure am a happy girl. When going into the ocean, it may be cold most of the time, but when it’s extremely hot out, you need that refreshing salt water to cool you down. And, once you’re in for a while and are used to the temperature, just floating in the water will lift your mood. Also, there is magnesium in the ocean that has a significant effect on calming your nerves. A synonym for this would be peaceful. Even though being at the beach sure is peaceful, it doesn’t accurately describe the way I feel when I’m there. So, the word I’m creating for this feeling is “Happilively”. I combined the words happy and lively because obviously the beach makes me happy, and when I’m there it makes me feel alive.
ReplyDeleteI think everyone had moments in their life where they can't describe the event so they just sit there trying to think of a word. For me, whenever there's too many in a area, doesn't necessarily have to be small, I get mad and super grumpy. For example, on Friday I was at a wedding and the place was crowded with people. I was in a good mood when half of the place was filled, but as more people began to come in I got mad and I got aggravated if someone touched or bumped into me. Everyone started started dancing and a bunch of people tried to pull my hand and take me to dance and I just got even more mad and I stayed mad for about 3 hours. At about 10:30pm, many people started to leave after they finished dinner. When the place was half empty, I went to go dance with everyone else and they were all confused about why I was mad in the first place.
ReplyDeleteThis scenario happens all the time at almost every big event I go to and I often use the word "claustrophobic" to describe how I'm feeling.That's not the correct word because when you're claustrophobic you have a fear of being trapped in small places, I just get mad when I see too many people in any room whether it's big or small. The word I'd create to describe this feeling is populousxiety. Populous meaning having a large population and "xiety" which reminds me of anxiety meaning feeling uneasy.
As I go through my day, I usually have only three emotions I show: happy, sad or reflective. I tend to get lost in my own thoughts throughout the day and it becomes more arduous everyday to picture a situation where I could come up with my own word. But as Kevin Garnett once said, “Anything is possible!” So there are obviously different situations I go through everyday, and one of them has to be when I'm at the tennis courts playing with guys like Tobi and Josh (and of course other teammates for the season) and I get a very comfortable feeling around these guys because I've known these guys ever since I came unto the team as a freshman and we simply joke with each other as best friends do. Then there are times where I sink my teeth into food. Who doesn't love food? Unless someone has a serious problem, nine times out of ten, most people will agree with me. My favorite meal to eat are seasoned snow crab legs and steak fries. And since crab legs are expensive and my mom isn't the best seafood cooker, and the nearest Joe's Crab Shack is in Deptford Township, I don't get to regularly enjoy my favorite dish. But when I do, I become jittery in a good way because I get to have my snow crab legs. But for me to say I'm comfortable and jittery all the time would be false. I tend to be a quiet dude who usually only speaks when spoken to because I am always in my own thoughts. So when I see my friends on Snapchat at parties having a good time, I feel lonely because I know I'm just not the party type of person and I don't know anyone else who feels the same way. So yeah, I'm either very happy with my life or sad when questioning why I am the way I am. There really isn't an in between feeling for me. But if I could describe one situation that I feel is the most difficult to describe, it would have to be when I'm playing video games and I start to rage quit because of one part in the game I get stuck on. And just for that, my word to describe that feeling would have to be…
ReplyDelete“Wankers”. It's a word that I can blurt out in any situation that becomes annoying and it's just a fun word to say in general.
Schools about to start, my hairs dancing with ocean breeze, the lights on the boardwalk are so Instagram worthy, and I’m completely filled with excitement for what’s next. I’m filled with joy and am excited for the new school year. Every summer my family and I try to make it to the boardwalk as a some sort of summer finale. I compare the feeling of telling an amazing story and not being able to describe it with that golden word to getting on the swings. Now I’m not talking about those elementary swings on a play ground. I’m referring to the ride on the boardwalk. When I get on the swings I feel a wave of anxiety. I’m always so nervous that while the ride is going I’ll fall out, but that's because I’m a worry wart. While on the swings there those butterflies I love yet hate. It’s so exhilarating to be on the swings and simultaneously being able to see the whole park. I also hate it because I’m terrified of falling out. The same feeling I receive when being in love, I love being in love with my person but it's also terrifying because there’s always the chance of getting my heart broken. When a song comes on the radio that you haven’t heard in ages but you know every lyric and it brings up happy memories. Moments like those are a blessing but are so bittersweet because now it's just memories and you can’t go back in time. I compare all these feelings to the feelings of telling a great story to someone and not being able to come up with a fabulous word and being left half assing the story. Half assing the story because you couldn’t come up with the one word of the puzzle of a story you're telling. It’s completely bittersweet, frustrating, and disappointing. Therefore the word I created to explain these feelings would be “disasweet”. I clearing put disappointing and bittersweet together, but that's exactly the feeling you get when you can’t get the words out. When you're speechless but have so much to say. When you have so many ideas but your hands aren't quite typing what you want. Its great(sweet) that you have so much to say but it's aggravating(disa) that you can’t come up with anything. It's quite “disasweet”.
ReplyDeleteWhenever it's the weekend starts my first thought is "FINALLY I CAN PLAY MY DAMNED GAMES"and I always seem to be overjoyed at this, because to be honest I could possibly be borderline obsessed with the notion of me being able to play the games even though I have overplayed all of my video games (For example I looked in one of my game's total time played clock and it counted over 5 days and 19 hours). And for the reason why I'm obsessed with video games dates back to when I was seven when I play Spiderman 3 on my computer. When I first play it it was exhilarating, fun, breath-taking and a plethora of even more words I have not mentioned, because I have never done something like this ever. The game itself help filled my childish desires of being a superhero dispensing justice to evildoers, but now I have grown up from my superhero tendencies and my love for videos only grew. The games I have now cover a variety of emotions from intense action sequences, a sense of adventure, and heart-wrenching scenes. Although all the games cover many fields of emotion they do one thing for me and that is giving me a fun time. The things the games put you though are really really fun, challenging, and always alleviate my boredom. A word I would use to express this is also an expression and that is Boo-yah.
ReplyDeleteThis happens to me all the time, sometimes I have so many words floating around my mind that the right word will conveniently disappear from my vocabulary the moment I need it. For instance something happened in my family that caused an uproar of discussion. The details aren't significant, but the fact is someone close to me was planning to do something with spite, just for the sake of causing greater hurt to someone even closer to me. I couldn't think of the word I wanted to use to describe what she was doing, my brain kept popping up with the word mean but I kept saying "nah, that's not the word I'm looking for!!" I sat there dumbfound with silence hanging on to my last word. My family just looking at me. As the youngest person in my immediate family I always take advantage of conversation I'm welcomed into. I remember the times when I had to keep out of grown people's conversation. But now that my opinion is somewhat valued I felt the need to say something good or else I felt like my words didn't count. Like what I'm saying isn't good enough for the conversation. Like someone could wave their hand, turn a head and say something else because I'm too young to fully understand the conversation. So I sit there snapping my finger eager to find the word which was malicious. This word summed up how I felt this person was acting. Their intentions were out of anger but her actions were vengeful, and it made me upset to a point of tears when I thought about how that affected the others. If I had used any other word to describe the one word I was looking for -which was malicious- it would probably be spiteful or vindictive. Spiteful because it was the way I was describing the person. Experiences caused bitterness which brought her to do what she thought she had to do out of spite. And vindictive because I felt like her actions at the core were based off of hurt and revenge for the bad things the person had done to them, regardless of miscommunications. If I had to think of word to make up that would best characterize the word I was thinking of it would be hurtingly, I'm not too sure if that's a word or not but the person wanted to affect the other persons life and hurtingly take something that was both of theirs just to induce the pain they felt. Sounds like a human thing to do but if malicious isn't the perfect word to describe what she was doing, then I don't know what is.
ReplyDeleteA feeling that I get quite often is hard to describe and I don’t really know how to explain it or tell anyone that I experience this. But, this is a feeling of a weird sensation in my arms and hands that feels nothing like I have ever felt before. I doesn’t hurt, but it;s like a combination of tickling and a slight strange pain. I get this feeling when something big is about to happen and I don’t want to mess it up. It could range from me presenting something in front of class to me about go up to bat in a big moment where I know that I need to get a hit for the team. This feeling comes to me very often, but after the big event starts and finishes, I have no sense of this feeling. I only get the feeling leading up to the moment and then I don’t feel it anymore. I don’t like this feeling, but I can’t really control when it happens. I usually would describe it as being nervous, but it is more than that making this the wrong word. Sometimes, I could get this feeling and it will be a time when I’m excited for something, so I don’t think it should be referred to as nervous. I will call it nervaclutch. Nerva, because I get this feeling in my nerves and clutch because this feeling comes to me when I have to do something in the clutch, right on the spot. Some emotions and feelings are weird, but I guess they are there for a reason.
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ReplyDeleteYou can ask Brittany, or anyone else that spends equally as much time with me as she does, that I “make up” words and “things” quite often. Once I say it, it sticks with me and the more I hear people tell me it’s not a word, the more I say it. After all, everyone’s dictionary is different and mine just so happens to have unique “unverified” words within it. But in this case, I for some reason, cannot think of any of those words, so I had to go back to the drawing book.
Have you ever been so happy, excited, joyful, *every other synonym for happy, trying to keep this short* that you’re at a loss of words, finding yourself needing 5+ boxes of tissues because of the tears of cheer? I know everyone has at least experienced this feeling once in their lifetime, or at least so far. There’s been quite a few times I’ve experienced this feeling that I have yet to put a title on.
October 31, 2015, also known as the day OMA officially went undefeated and for setting the highest score ever achieved in Oakcrest Marching Band History. The feeling knowing everyone gave it more than their all. Walking off the field, not one person isn’t in tears. The feeling of completing such a season you were given a day dedicated to from the MMA. Knowing you and not your friends, but your family just did something so astoundingly amazing. The feeling of not even caring if your makeup gets messed up because of how much you’re crying (which NEVER usually happens). The feeling of hearing:
“And in first place, with a score of 95.920, also taking home award for “Best Auxiliary,”.... Oakcrest!
This is the feeling of “Happlosion,” an explosion of happiness.
It’s pretty clear to everyone that I’m obsessed with field hockey. Seriously, if you didn’t know that, you must be living under a rock or something. It’s clear to people that I love the sport. It’s clear to people that I have a passion for the sport. It’s clear to people that I eat, sleep, breathe, the sport. But what isn’t clear to people is how much it means to me. I’ve tried explaining it to people. I try telling my mom at least once week. I've done countless projects on the sport, but I can never seem to explain to people, why it makes me so happy, why it means so much to me, why it literally is my life.
ReplyDeleteI've played multiple sports growing up, soccer, softball, basketball, street hockey, lacrosse, and I even did cheerleading. With every sport I ever played, I imagined myself playing in high school, and in college, I imagined it being apart of my life, for the rest of my life. Field hockey? I had no clue this is where I would be today. Although when I really started playing field hockey, I knew I loved it. Growing up with my soccer team, everyone would name players on the national team and watch games, I didn't. I just listened, having no clue who they were talking about. It simply didn't mean anything to me. Field hockey was different. I'd be lying if I said I didn't follow the whole USWFH team on Instagram and Twitter, I'd be lying if I said I never watched any of their games. I wanted to know, and I wanted to stay updated with the sport, something I never experienced with any other.
So, there's something about field hockey that makes me love it, that makes me obsessed with it, that gives me a passion for the sport. There's something about field hockey that makes me want to play it for the rest of my life. There's something about it that makes me want to write about it in every blog, do every project on it, surround myself with it. There's something about it that I just can't put my finger on. The words, “love” and “passion” don't do it justice, they're not even close to explaining how I feel. When I've tried to explain it in the past I always compared it to finding your “soul mate” and knowing you’ve found “the one.” I explain that my love for the sport and passion for the sport is not something you can understand from a greeting card, it's not something you can understand if you listened to me talk about the sport. My love for field hockey is not understandable, you can only know the feeling I've you've encountered the feeling.
That feeling, the one I have for field hockey, the one you can only understand and comprehend if you experienced it, that feeling I constantly try to explain to people, it's called “maximeamare.” Or at least that's what I would call it. If you break it down, it's Latin for “most love.” The feeling in general, the feeling of love, that most people won't understand, that feeling of love, that feeling that you know you experienced, if you actually experienced. That feeling like you've found “the one.” “Maximeamare” is my word for the feeling you get when you find your soulmate, “maximeamare” is the word to explain that unexplainable feeling of love.
As far as I can remember I experienced this moment twice:
ReplyDeleteHushaliess (adj.) – Feeling sensational during a bad bitch moment
“Why did you want to become a model?” and “How did you become a model?” are easy to answer. However, “Does modeling make you happy?” is a difficult question. Last night my friend texted me saying “It seems like this makes you really happy.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I just said “very.” However, modeling doesn’t just make me happy. It overwhelms me with emotion. Every time I step on the runway, pose in front of the camera, go into fittings, and hair and makeup; I feel a princess, alive, I get this high, a rush, and I hate the fact that there isn’t a word to describe all of that.
Shoset (adj.) – Shocked during an unhappy moment
February 16th – 18th I walked in Atlantic City Fashion Week, on the 18th I had a wardrobe malfunction; long story short I was at the end of the runway posing, and the strap to the dress broke, and everyone saw my right breast. When this happened I was overwhelmed with emotions. Some of the models conformed me by saying, “Don’t worry about it, it happens, and you’re still a bad bitch.”, and my mom (who swears she is funny) texted me saying, “You have wonderful breast.” When I went out to talk to my mom her first question was “Are you okay?” I honestly didn’t know how to respond, so I just shrugged. I was feeling down, but not so much upset because I knew this wasn’t my fault I’m the model not the designer. I knew that this could possibly happen, and that I am not the only one who had a wardrobe malfunction. Therefore, I wasn’t 100% shocked.
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ReplyDeleteLet me just say that even thinking about this blog is making me anxious because I am someone who struggles with explaining feelings. You're all going to think I am crazy for what I am about to say, and trust me, I don't blame you. I have accepted the fact that my mind travels to weird and unusual places, so I am hoping you will accept that as well… I am very claustrophobic which is what contributes to this odd thought of mine. So, here goes….
ReplyDeleteWe all live on planet Earth, right? Different towns, different states, different countries, different continents… and, at one point, we all die. Regardless of what you think happens after you die, my thought will still apply to your beliefs. So, you die. Where do you go? I get this sick feeling of being trapped. I blank out for a few seconds and I stress over the feeling of being locked in. Even if we were to go to Mars or Jupiter, we are still stuck inside that planet. Even in outer space, what's the next step? This world is so so so big and so many things have yet to be discovered, yet i still feel trapped. You're right, maybe I am crazy. A synonym for this non-existent word would be stuck. Just like mentioned above, “stuck” doesn't do my situation any justice. It doesn't show the depth of my thoughts and this concept. It makes me sound like a psychopath. Hmmmmm, as for a word? Earthphobic will have to work for now until I come up with a more advanced word. Phobic, meaning fear, and Earth, meaning a fear of what is out there and where you will end up. Damn, my new word still does not apply to my insane thinking.
So yesterday, I fell into immense pain because I was involved in an accident---no, not that kind of accident that you're probably thinking. I am talking about the trip-and-fall kind of accidents, except this particular fall was probably one of my worsts.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who knows me well often identifies me as a clumsy person. My parents do, my siblings do, and one of my cousins calls me a “klutz”. I cannot say they are lying, since I do break things (Okay I admit it, I am responsible for breaking numerous things), but I try my best to be careful.
Yesterday, I was in the process of cleaning the kitchen, and all I had left to do was to sweep the floor. I decided to temporarily move the chair set around the table into the dining room so I would be able to thoroughly cleanse the floor. When I was finished, I returned into the dining room to place all the chairs back into their correct positions. As I carried one chair--which is made of metal-- I failed to notice a vacuum cord which remained plugged in. The next thing I know, I tripped on it, fell, hit my head, and slammed my left ankle so hard that I was stunned and bewildered. Simultaneously, the chair I was holding hit one of the other chairs, and that created a chain reaction of the other five chairs collapsing like dominoes which all of that heavy impact fell on my left ankle. Yes, this is true, not a hyperbole.
I was stunned for another three or four seconds until I realized that I was traumatized in waves of tremendous pain.
The results: a bruised head, cut on my thumb, a scraped right shoulder, and an elastic bandage on my sprained left ankle.
So there I was limping with a mild headache.
This story is so absurd that it is hilarious. I am laughing at myself right now for how stupid I was to allow this to happen. The funniest thing of the entire story was when the entire fiasco occurred, my brother was at soccer, my dad and my youngest sister went to the gym, my mom was asleep for work, and my younger sister was sleeping. So no one heard it at the time (Okay, I’m just realizing that is not so funny). When they discovered what happened, my siblings laughed at me as usual, and my parents lectured me with a long rant on why I was not careful and what to do about my ankle and head.
The good thing is that I have a pretty high pain tolerance, so I am feeling way better than yesterday (I can actually walk now with less pain) and should be fine by Tuesday.
Anyways, this hysterically traumatic experience inspired me to create a word.
Word: Stonfaze (pronounced stun-faze)
* (Verb)
* Past tense: Stonfazed
Definition: the sensation one feels of being so stunned, shocked, and confused due to the impact in the split seconds before actual pain is felt during an injury.
Ex. When I fell off the tree, it knocked the wind out of me and I was so stonfazed.
The word “stonfaze” is a portmanteau of the words stunned, confused, and daze. The word confuse has the “s” at the end which actually sounds like a “z”, so I used the word daze with the synonym of bewildered for the ending, and I replaced the “c” with “s” and “t” of stunned. The “u” in stunned has the same pronunciation as “con-” in confused.
Overall, I am still in pain, but at least I can look back at it right now and laugh at myself. With taking all this in account, I hope everyone is careful so you will not face these injuries as I and become “stonfazed”.
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ReplyDeleteDo you know that feeling of when you see the most beautiful thing ever and you just want to capture it because you know it would not last? It is just there for a certain amount of time and when you want to come back to it, it is gone. I guess this is what people usually mean by “once in a lifetime”, but do you get what I mean? Probably not. My friends do not understand this feeling of mine either, but they just go along with it. It is okay if you do not understand.
ReplyDeleteThis thing, which I am having trouble to describe to you is Mother Nature, Earth, the world itself. The world is such a beautiful place and people do not always notice it. At this age, this era, all people do is rush. They never stop for a second and look up. Every day, every minute, the sky is painted with a new look. There are times where its is pink and orange, there are times where it is blue and streaked with white fluffy clouds, there are times when the sun just so happens to hit the right spot and it creates a ombre effect of orange clouds in a light blue sky. It amazes me how the sky looks so different and yet, yet, what is the right word? Wild? Breathtaking? Fresh? Free? Mesmerizing?
Eterawal.
(E-tear-a-vuhl)
A combined form of eternal and raw.
Yep. That is what I would describe the feeling I have whenever I look through the pictures I captured of the sky. A feeling of it being so fresh, so wild, so free, so new, but never ending.
If you don’t know me on a personal level or see my retweets on twitter, I am an avid dog lover. Every time I see a dog, a rush of joy comes to my body and I am overwhelmed with happiness. I love dogs more than anything in this world. Whenever I see a dog in public, I jump up and down very excitedly, scream a little then run over to the dog and pet it with the owner’s permission. I freaking love dogs man. They come in all shapes and sizes, different color furs. Dogs are just so beautiful man. I feel so happy to something so beautiful and so fluffy. My heart flutters rapidly and my brain is screaming CUTE a thousand times. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed I loudly ramble and mix together words. I just feel complete and whole when I see a dog. Corgis, Newfoundlands, Mutts. I love them all and they all get the same over whelming amount of emotion from me. And a lot of people are like “yo why you so weird about dogs, they just furry balls b” and I can never put one word as to why I feel like that. If I could make up a word for that feeling it would be DOGGOMENT. It’s just a mixture between doggo (common slang word for dog) and excitement.
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To feel an overwhelming amount of excitement when spotting a dog.
I get this feeling basically every day when I see a cute dog on twitter and when I come home to my very own pupper. That’s my made up word and I hope I can get it published one day. That’d be cool.
*Side note if you would like to feel doggomently everyday follow ralphthecorgi on Instagram. So cute.
Throughout my life I have succumbed to not being able to remember the right words for the right situations. In doing this I have taken many stories I thought at least were good and by not using the right word the intensity fell immensely. In one particular time I remember telling a funny story to Dom Cheech about a random thing that happened that I thought was hysterical. As I was telling the story and getting caught up in the moment I forgot the right word to say to make the story really funny and by the end Dom thought I sounded stupid which I did. When looking at a major moment that normally I can't describe it has to be when I'm up to bat in a baseball game. The feelings are so overwhelming when stepping up to the plate depending on what the situation is whether it's trying to lay down a sacrifice bunt or getting the walk-off hit to win the game. The synonym to best describe this situation would be hell. Being up to bat is like having the spot light directly on you and under so much immense pressure it literally is like hell on Earth. If I had to make up a word to describe the exact feeling of batting in baseball it would be hitorshit. Basically this is saying that if you do your job and hit the baseball then you're fine but if you don't you're shit and need to learn how to execute what you need to do the next time around. I know this seems a little harsh but this is the outlook I have when I step up to the plate. It's just so funny how the best words can't be found in the most important situations.
ReplyDeleteI don’t often tell stories because usually someone else does it and they’re way better at it than me. But, whenever I do, I, sometimes, have been in the situation that you’ve described. However, it happens to me not because there’s no word for it, but because I can’t remember the word at all since I have such a bad memory. I think there’s a word for everything. Whether it’s in the english language or a “borrowed” word from another language, humans have a tendency to put a name to everything. However, I will still attempt to make up a word for a feeling in english.
ReplyDeleteI love hands-on projects. So, of course, over the past several days, you would’ve found me holed up in my room working on a stuffed animal gift with my limited sewing skills for an upcoming birthday party. I started with a drawing as the “blueprint”, but as these things never come out as planned, there were mistakes. What I thought would’ve taken only two days turned out to be a four day project. The hat for this animal was the hardest part because I had to redo some things with it multiple times. But, after all of the frustration, I got to my favorite part: the stuffing. As I put the stuffing in, it began to take shape of the picture I had in my mind. Everything seemed to fall into the right places. It’s “magical” to see all of your hard work come to life, but that’s not the right word to describe this feeling. I’m going to call this feeling kalimatterfactance, which means “process of making beautiful matter”.
I'm in an elevator writing this blog write now. But what I wanna talk about is probably something that some Be has had in their life. A sort of relief of anger. That feeling of doing something that makes your neves feel better and relieved after doing something that is probably not right in sense. For most gamers you get this feeling. When someone does something in a certain game to where maybe they score a goal on you to where you don't agree with and you slam your controller on the ground. One of the thing it does is fuck up your controller but it also gives you a sort of relief of pain and anger that actually makes you feel better. Something that is not necessarily a thing that needs to be done but is done and relives the anger from your body usually resulting in a destruction of something else. It is not a good feeling but is not a bad feeling either. A synonym to that would probably be relief. But that is such a wide spread meaning that usually is a good thing that is good in everything not just you. A word that I would make for me is REGRLEAF. That for the feeling perfectly. When you get instant relief from a frustrating situation but usually regret the situation in its entirety. Lou that was a bullshit goal and I just destroyed my controller I feel extremely regrleaf." It is used in a very aggressive way that is a good way to tell your feelings to someone after you have done something that gives you relief and regret.
ReplyDeleteAside from football, in my opinion, one of the hardest sports is soccer. It demands a great amount of endurance and it requires as much intelligence as skills. I’ve played soccer for at least four years. It wasn’t as competitive as it is in high school, but I played with a lot of talented players who are part of some competitive travelling teams. In my first year of playing is when I scored my first goal. I might’ve forget how I scored, but I will never forget the feeling I felt the moment the ball made contact with the net. I will never forget the “slow-mo” moment I’ve experienced. It felt like the world had stopped and my heart had stopped. All I could hear was the whistle blown by the referee. From watching my big brother’s soccer games, I know how hard it is to score a goal. I know how much effort needs to be put in the game to score a goal. I know how much making a goal means to soccer players. However, the moment I made that goal, I didn’t really know what to feel. I didn’t know if I should do a happy dance, or act as if nothing happened. It was like I was glad and overwhelmed, but also weirded-out and I don’t know why. There are so much words I’d like to describe it with, but I know no word could ever describe it. It’s really difficult to explain because until now I don’t know the best way to explain it. I don’t know what word fits to that kind of feeling and moment.
ReplyDeleteIf I were to name that feeling, I would describe it as:
Word: Aweblobistic (adj.)
(o-blab-bistik)
A euphoric yet freakishly bizarre feeling
I do not know if this is just me, or everyone has this feeling, but when I am having a lot of fun (and I mean LOADS of fun) I feel physically detached. This happens only when I am enjoying myself to the max. It does not happen to me a lot these days, and sadly I know why. It is because I have not been having as much fun as I used to. Back when I was younger, this would happen frequently. It was mostly during me and my friends birthday sleepover parties. After partying around and doing all kinds of fun crazy stuff, my body would enter into a kind of dreamlike state. I was perfectly aware of my surroundings (one might even say I was hyper aware), but my body felt dull, like really dull. I could barely feel myself, and I felt weird in general, like I was in a dream. This often took place later into the night, and I began noticing it as something that continually happens. It never hurt or felt bad, but it felt like I was losing a grip on reality, so I usually sat down until I returned to normal. I guess dreamlike would be a sub-optimal synonym for it, but it doesn’t quite sum it up properly. I could definitely tell all the stuff was real, I just felt like I was outside of my own body (and yes, I could see my feet so it wasn’t a dream). A better, made up, word for it would be something crazy and cool like, HYPERMENTALISM. I’m bad at making up words.
ReplyDeleteWhile this lack-of-word experience is a rarity due to my scare moments of storytelling and the such, it does get on my nerves. I don’t feel it’s really a lack of a word to describe the moment but just that I can’t think of the right one off the top of my head. Considering how many English words there are I don’t believe anyone could come close to knowing them all. There are many of times when I know there’s a word to describe something but I just don’t know it. One of these phenomenons I experience every day which I would consider a form of loneliness. Usually, when people think of loneliness they imagine a depressing visual of some sort but that’s not what I’m talking about in this case. While I like having friends that enjoy spending time with I also am an extremely shy, introverted person. These traits lead to me spending a lot of time by myself which I enjoy very much. Although I hate talking to a majority of people due to the discomfort I find a joy in interacting with animals. I would spend more time with my pets than 99% of the people I know every day if I could. I guess a synonym for this would be “cynophilia” but encompassing all animals(except spiders...no one likes them). The word I would create to fill in the blank would be “fanimacal” which means “a bond with the animal kingdom that overpowers that of human connection”. I developed the word (if it wasn’t obvious enough) by combining “animal” and “fanatical” because of how much this connection resembles those of fanatics.I’m sure there are plenty of people who would consider themselves fanimacal so it’s nice for my fellow animal lovers to have such a word to describe their feelings.
ReplyDeleteFor the past week or so, I’ve been sick. I’m not sure with what or if I’m still sick since my parents refuse to bring me to a doctor but nonetheless I had some sort of illness. Like others when I’m sick I resort to doing the minimum when it comes to work. This means that I spend my day sleeping or watching videos on Youtube. My four day weekend or what has been of it has been full of watching Youtube videos. If I’m going to be specific, I’ve been watching K-Pop videos and Korean television shows. A particular television show I’ve been watching recently is a show called Immortal Songs 2: Singing the Legend. This show is about singers singing songs from anyone who has made a large impact on the Korean music industry. The episode I was watching was an episode based off the singer Michael Bolton. Yes, you read correctly. Michael Bolton. Surprisingly, the people in South Korea don’t only listen to K-Pop but actually also listen to western music. In this episode, there are so many famous Korean musicians who are far more skilled than anything we have out here (Besides Beyonce. Beyonce is one of the most technically skilled vocalist of our generation). The final singer was a singer named Sohyang. Sohyang is the top of the top when it comes to technique while singing. She is a professor and a gospel singer. In this episode she made an arrangement of Michael Bolton’s Lean On Me. You can watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvsgCllcNPE. At the 3:12 mark she belts out a Bb5 in mixed voice with resonance. Other vocalists can barely hit a Bb5 in head voice or falsetto but she mixed a Bb5 with complete resonance and support and absolutely no tension or straining. I sat there mouth wide open and in complete and utter shock. That is what you call a vocalist. While I sat there I wondered how could she be so technically skilled that there was no straining or tongue tension or pushing. She is truly the definition of an excellent vocalist. But excellent isn’t a strong enough word when it comes to Sohyang. Words like amazing, great, excellent could be synonyms but they don’t capture the essence of her voice. My word would be 향박 romanized as Hyangbak. The root of the word Hyang would obviously come from Sohyang’s name. The root of the word bak is from the korean term for amazing or awesome which is 대박 romanized as daebak. Hyangbak is an adjective used to describe technically amazing vocalists who produce resonance and support so frequently that it’s second nature.
ReplyDeleteAbout a month ago, I got into a car accident. For most of you, there's probably some back way that you could take to get home. But that isn't the case for me. And every time I want to escape the reality that is my social life, my problems, my work--every time I want to go home, I have to pass the exact spot that I watched my life flash before my eyes. Up until a few days ago, seeing the bumper of my car that had been totaled at the scene still swung around the speed limit sign didn't make it easier for me.
ReplyDeleteEvery single time that I drive toward that sign, and see other cars coming down the ramp and merging into the lane I'm in, my entire body tenses up, my breathing stops, my heart races, my eyes water. I guess that you could say that a synonym of the way I feel is afraid. But the word I would actually use to describe it is more like terror mixed with nostalgia (except without the pleasantness that is associated with that word, the desire of returning). You would think that maybe "horrified" would be a good enough word to explain how I feel in those split seconds that I spend driving in that exact spot until I'm passed it, and sudden filled with relief. But I'm not just scared. It's more than that. I don't just think about the accident. I relive it in my head. I see it all over again. I feel an ache in my neck, my back, I feel my head slam against the wheel. I smell that smoke filling the car. I see Kendall holding his arm, gritting his teeth in pain. I see the headlights coming toward me. I hear my car compressing into half of what it was. I'm there again. And I'm so, so scared.
So, if I had to name that feeling, I would use the word terriputic.
Terriputic (adj.)
(ter-ih-pyoo-tik)
A reminiscence of complete horror
I love soccer more than anything in this world. It gives me a purpose in life. While most kids are hanging out with their friends or doing whatever else it is that kids do, you will most likely find me kicking a soccer ball. Whether I am playing with one of my teams or in my backyard shooting on my a rotted kickback, my main goal is getting better everyday.
ReplyDeleteThe only other love I have in this world, comparable to my love for soccer, would be my love for winning. Ever since I was old enough to be on my first soccer team, my dad instilled a winning mentality in me. He taught me to either be the best, or die trying. So, growing up there were no excuses on the soccer field. Being a 15 year old playing against 18 year old girls or sometimes boys, was never a valid excuse for mistakes.
There is no better feeling than silencing the people who doubted me with success. Sprinting down the field during overtime and scoring the game winning goal is incomparable. Glancing over at the crowd to see my dad smile proudly, I can read his shirt from across the field “DAD” “58”. If I could make up a word to describe this feeling I would name it BLUZZIMENT.
Bluzziment (adj.)- The overwhelming feeling of winning the game against all odds.
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ReplyDeleteHave you ever let your emotions get the better of you? Have you ever done something that you can’t take back because your emotions ran rampant? Have you ever relished in the results after your emotions influenced you? (Insert another question about an action caused by emotion here). If you say no then you must be either, a)lying, or b)a stoic. Good job being a Brutus. Anyways, there were a plethora of emotion-caused events that have occurred in my lifetime. The most common being “happiness”. A general term. I always try to follow the life motto of living life with happiness. And thus, I commit events labeled nice to get that sweet nectar called happiness. That being said, I have also done things because of the general emotion “sad”. Varying specifications of sad are available throughout each event I have done. Now, to relate to a specific event, leaning towards hypothetical as my memory’s fuzzy, there was this one time when I hit a huge, life-changing roadblock. What came after the event was that I learned it’s better to hate than not to because if you don’t, the lingering pain refreshes to its original intensity. No matter how hard I try to remain steadfast on “hating”, I can never let go of the memories and so the sense of love is still there. And thus, the word I’m looking for is a love for a love that’s no more. A synonymous word would be unrequited but that doesn’t fulfill the whole definition. And the new word befitting for the English dictionary is, “Necroam”.
ReplyDeleteAs I prepare the night before, for my meet, I feel butterflies in my stomach. 24 hours before my race I feel drained and tired because I’m so anxious and nervous. As the day comes and I finish a long day at school, I think about how I’m going to run my race, every technique to pull me through the line at my best time. On the way to my meet, I pray (Yes, I know I’m extra), and I think optimistically. During my warm ups, I zone everything and everyone out and I focus on myself. I stay in my own zone. I take it too serious. I feel as though if I lose my focus then I will run terribly.
ReplyDeleteWhen the time comes for me to report to the clerking area I become extremely nervous and I become quiet. My whole entire facial expression changes and I start to think about how I’m going to feel after my race, which is something you don’t want to think about. Once I get my Heat and lane number, I focus on staying warm and loose until it’s time to get on the line. As I am waiting for the official to say the commands I start to feel exhausted, I start to feel like my breathing becomes heavy and that I won’t make it throughout my race. When the gun goes off I burst out of the blocks and I feel a breath of relief, my whole mindset changes throughout my race and once the race is over I feel perfectly fine.
The word that I would use to describe everything I just explained is anxious or apprehensive, which is experiencing nervousness, unease, or worry, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. All the feelings that I experience before my race is a feeling of being anxious.
If I had to come up with my own word it would be frisson. It’s already a word but it describes my exact feeling which is, a sudden strong feeling of excitement or fear; a thrill.
I have this feeling just about every day toward anything that I am anxious to do. Even exciting things.
There have been so many times where I have felt those indescribable feelings. Those feelings where I say “AHHH” because I just can’t explain it. One specific time that stands out for me was this one time when I got so frustrated that I began to throw things across my room and just have a mental break down. I didn’t know how to describe my feeling, I just kept screaming and crying, not able to control my emotions. My world just felt like it was tumbling down. My stomach began to turn inside out and I couldn’t breathe right. My eyes started to blur and my head started to spin. I was too much for me to handle at once. I felt as if I couldn’t control anything going on around me. I was confused and scared. The closest word for how I was feeling would probably be overwhelmed. But if I were to able to make up a word for how I was feeling right then at that very moment, I would call it, zajingled.
ReplyDeleteA word that always seems to slip my mind when I need it. Which is a word that I use often that I probably use it out of context. Is the word “livid” a word I often use when I'm telling someone a story about my day after work. Typically because, I have 0 patience for people who annoy me. Like, people who are so picky about their food touching each other. I understand people have their pet peeves but, let's be serious it's all going down the same pipe. If someone asks me to make them a bowl then, act like their confused as to why all their food is touching that's a time where I'd pull out the word mad. But, mad doesn't do it justice because, it's such a weak synonym and choice of diction to explain the way that I feel. It's not like I'm mad because, the feelings more nuisance than, anything. Yet, at that very moment I just don't even want to work anymore. It reminds me how freaking complicated people make working at a fast food job. We get bare minimum for a company that thrives yet, people order like it's a gourmet restaurant or something. Don't come to Boston Market with a Cheesecake Factory attitude. Those, are the ones who make me extremely livid. Although, mad or annoyed could be easily exchanged for livid it just wouldn't do it justice. If I could invent any word that has the same connotation as livid would be “overfrustrated.” The definition of the word would be extremely fed up and annoyed near the breaking point. Which describes me at work any other day. Yet, I love my team just some customers make me livid.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things that I feel is the most annoying phenomena is that frustrated feeling that you get when you try to tell a story, but you just can't seem to convey it the way it happened. And no matter how hard you try, the amazing story to you, that is pictured in your head perfectly, will just not convey to the other party correctly no matter how you try to say it. I absolutely hate this feeling because when I tell stories to people, I try to use words that haven't lost their societal meaning ( for example, people will say that flipping a bottle is "awesome" and also say that the greatest structure built known to man is "awesome"). So when I try to find the perfect word for the image I have in my mind and I can't, that's horrible; but what's worse is even after that, I can't describe the feeling of not being able to describe a feeling I want to describe (still with me? ok.). So my word for this is Tipodict; a generalized type of word to describe something that is (on the tip of your tongue/ not able to be thought of) (similar to the use of the word "Adjective") For example: "Ugh, I've been trying to think of this tipodict all day, but I just can't."
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ReplyDeleteI don’t usually have this moment but I when it does my head just wants to explode. That there are so many words going through my head and so many words I know and have read and seen and still can’t think of the word. I get this feeling when I’m just in a terrible mood. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I just want to leave and go home. Anything someone says will piss me off and inside I want to just yell at everyone. There aren’t many people that can grab me out this mood but myself. I just sleep it off or something. People ask me all the time what is wrong or what my problem is. But me being so mad I don’t wish to talk to people and when I do its short and to the point and usually with sarcasm or attitude. I can never think of the word while I’m in that moment. Even when the work can be so simple. Mad doesn’t quite grasp my attitude. Pissed is almost there but doesn’t fit so well. It just makes me even more infuriated. That’s the word I need, “infuriated” or “enraged”. Both very simple words but fit and explain me exactly in that moment. It means to make extremely angry; put into a rage; infuriate. Like a tiny nuclear bomb charging up to explode. The way the word sounds and makes me feel just makes it fir perfect. Plus when I’m that angry I like the way it rolls off my tongue when I say it.
As of right I have an excruciating headache, I don't know if it's a migraine, or just allergies, an eye pain which transformed into a headache, or lack of sleep. Oh well I just have to endure it for 30 mins or more in spite of the fact my eyes are teary up each time I type a word.(Oh well here we go) When I read the question about the stumped word and you picked the word that you didn't want and if it ever happen to you? Why, do you think? My answer is yes. It happens when I'm talking to someone. I always try to use my words carefully when I'm talking to someone. During that moment I'm rummaging different words in my mind that goes perfectly with it, but in the end, I'm completely disillusioned. I don't know why it happens but I think the English language have a vast amount words which may mean the same or not. Like the word small has numerous words that are synonymous: tiny, diminutive, little, short etc. I don't blame anyone who speaks English as a second language especially since new words are added each year according to the global monitor. It is really unbelievable and unbearable. Heck I could come up with a word like malgra. It is synonymous with nuisance, bothersome, and negligible.
ReplyDeleteWe all have different historias to tell.
Historia or historian is word I came up with: It means your past lives or stories unveiled. Surprisingly when I searched up the word, the 'word I made up' was actually the Spanish translation of stories. (And I thought I came up with that word gosh darn it) Whatever but making up words is my forté. For example one day I was taking a test in French. And knowing Mme Scheaffer, she likes putting true and false questions. Anyway there was one question I was pondering if I should put true or false. My brain was in a torpid state. I came to a conclusion that I should just put tralse/trulse. Maybe she'll accept it as an answer and I went with it. She gave me back the paper to correct explaining to me in a jovial and laughable tone. There a plethora of words that pop up in my mind randomly. Like fuenisis: when fire is burning aggressively; caused by someone. It's a noun and it's synonyms are inferno; blaze. I came with this term when I was a kid. Back then I was a pyromaniac how diamatic. I don't know if I am know.
Diamatic- glorious, marvelous, interesting. (Derived from diamonds a marvelous gem) Overall anyone can come up with a word and it will definitely be included in a dictionary. Since that's the way I'm perceiving it. Even the wired part is that there is another dictionary which is the urban dictionary full of slang words we use time to time. What an intriguing and obtuse language English can be. If you can't beat them joined them, I'm I right.
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This is the story about one of the worst nights of my life. Till to this day, I am still traumatized by the events that happened this night. This night was my legitimate nightmare-come-to-life. Twas the week before Halloween 2015 and my friends asked me to go to a haunted hay ride. Yes, innocent 15 year old Brittany had no idea what was coming to her that night, but here is the tale. I remember the night very vividly. Valaniece and Elena picked me up to go to this haunted place which I had never been to before. We were meeting up with a bunch of our friends and it seemed like a casual hang out. It’s dark by this point, we bought our tickets, and then proceeded to wait in line for this haunted hayride. There were people walking around with costumes and scaring people in line. I somewhat frightened and had to hold someone’s hand and stand in the middle of the group at all times. But I wasn’t terrified at this point yet. We then get on the tractor that’s was covered in hay and I pleaded to sit in the middle. I sat next to Valaniece and everyone is excited and a little scared. Then the ride starts. That’s when I start BAWLING and screaming for my life and nothing even popped out yet, we were just riding in the pitch black. At this point, my body started going into terror mode and full on shock. Somehow I ended up laying down on my side holding onto Valaniece’s knee like I was going to fall off a cliff. After a few minutes of riding, the driver stops the hay ride. He says, “Get off right now. There’s someone to escort you off”. Now, the smart thing would be for me to leave immediately. But no, I couldn’t move an inch. My whole body was shook, my hands trembled, and I cried like I just got murdered. The driver decided to keep on going with the ride and all my friends were laughing except for me. I was beyond terrified, I was sweating, and was close to amputating Valaniece’s leg.
ReplyDeleteLet me just clarify, I did not know the people who volunteered to scare you are allowed to come up next to you or touch you… My friends kept telling me to stay quiet because they go after you if you know you are scared. The worst part is that by the middle of the ride EVERY SCARY PERSON KNEW MY NAME! I blame my friends because they were screaming, “Brittany calm down. It’s ok Brittany. Just breathe.” I could hear Elena screaming at the people, “Get away from her, she’s hyperventilating.” I refused to open my eyes for even a millisecond and cried harder when Valaniece had to let go of me for a second because she felt like her hand was going to fall off. Thank God the ride was over after about twenty minutes because they would have had to take me to the hospital if it was any longer. After I got off the ride all I wanted to do was go home, but my friends still wanted to go into the haunted maze. I obviously declined and my friend Lexi graciously stayed with me so I didn’t have to be traumatized any more. Moral of the story, if you don’t like scary movies you definitely won’t like guys in masks holding a chainsaw five inches away from your face.
From this experience I will explain this horrific feeling as “shockrepukefric”. This is describing the feeling when you think you’re dying, but you’re just living a nightmare you didn’t know could exist.
And yes, my friends still make fun of me for being so scared. They know to not invite me to anything haunted ever again.
So, just yesterday was my friend’s birthday and we planned to have a sleepover at his house. But since yesterday was such a nice day, I decided to go to his neighborhood early and play tennis with my friends who all live nearby; in this case, it was Tristan, Jerry (the birthday boy), and Karla. I came around three p.m and texted Karla and Tristan to come to the tennis courts nearby. Since Karla live at a different development, she rode her bike and the distance she traveled was about half a mile. After a couple hours of playing tennis, Brittany, Jerry, and Tristan all planned to go to Walmart, but before that, Karla and I went to visit Cloie, Tristan’s sister. After all of that, Karla told me to run along with her while she rides her bike along the bike trail while the others go to Walmart; I agreed with Karla’s plan since it sounded interesting. So about three minutes later after getting tired out from running with Karla having to wait for me to catch up, we made it to the entrance of the development and onto the road. She went ahead to the bike trail while I was at least 200 meters behind her, having the need to catch my breath. So it wasn’t long until Karla was almost out of sight. By the time I got to the road, I didn’t know how to enter the bike trail since I didn’t see how Karla entered it or the tiny small paths that allowed me to traverse through the woods that separated the trail from the road. So I decided to go in the same direction that I saw Karla went, but along the road; leading to me almost getting run over by a couple cars since they were in the eight inches range. By the time I found the tiny hidden path to the bike trail, it was around six o’clock p.m. and I just decided to run along the bike path. Not paying attention to my surroundings, I ended up going past where Karla lives and ended up not knowing what neighborhood I am at; so I called Tristan with the message, “I don’t know where I am and it’s getting dark.” Tristan, sounding like the worried dad, kept asking what neighborhood am I at and what was around me. The answer to those questions was “I don’t know” and “I’m at the point where there are no neighborhoods and only woods around me.” After about thirty minutes of running around the bike trail making numerous u-turns while Tristan and Jerry were looking for me by driving up and down the road, we finally figured out that I was within half a mile away from where Karla lived since I was at the five-mile mark on the path. Throughout those thirty minutes though, you can hear Karla’s loud voice from Tristan’s phone and Jerry and Tristan were trying to find out where I was based on what I was telling them. It was dark by then and I saw a car pull up alongside the road, thinking it was Tristan’s; it turned out to be a stranger. I was lost and the situation looked bleak at the moment. I don’t know if it was from the hysteria, but I kept hearing noises from within the woods and the sun was almost completely gone. By the time Tristan had found me, I was on the bike trail for about forty minutes going up and down it hoping I would be in the right neighborhood. Karla and Jerry were facepalming at this whole incident, their faces exclaiming, “oh my god…” This was a birthday that Jerry would probably never forget and an experience that would always stay on our minds.
ReplyDeleteThe emotions that I had felt when going through this experience was excitement from the thrill of trying to find my way out of the path and fear that someone was going to pull up and take me into their car. While walking alongside the road, there was a small margin of space for me to actually walk on leading to me being ridiculously close to the cars and there were no one on the path and no signs of any kind of neighborhoods within my sight. So the word I would use here instead would be exthright.
Exthright (ex-thr- rīt), noun- a combination of the feelings of excitement from the thrills and the feeling of fright during the night.
One frustrating phrase that always seems to be directed at me nowadays is, "you have to move on." The feeling that I don't have a word for, is the feeling of knowing what's good for you and knowing what you have to do, but physically and mentally not being able to/not wanting to. This doesn't only go for moving on though, this also applies to like studying and school. I know what's good for me but I can't find it in myself to pick up my books and just study for hours. I guess the word closest to this feeling is "confused." It's like knowing and not knowing at the same time, but not agh I'm confused again. "Confused" isn't even CLOSE to how it feels but here comes the second part of the blog. The word I would make up is "nowing." The no is for well of course, no, but the wing part is part of "knowing." The word would basically mean knowing something is the best for you and good for you, but not doing it, basically saying to yourself "no." Agh honestly I can't even think of a word to describe the feeling, even the word that I made up doesn't do it justice... I'm conflicted.
ReplyDeleteAs many people know, there is that feeling of when you realize how close you are to being done an assignment. Like you have 2 problems left or you only have the closing of a paper left to do. I feel this for every assignment I do. I feel a sense of pride in how studious I must be and a sense of surprise at the fact that I did not get distracted as much as I usually do during an assignment and for some odd reason, I feel a surge of adrenaline and happiness pushing me to finish (or I realize I don’t have much left and decide that it can be tackled later) and a wave of relief as I get closer and closer to finishing. So when this usual scenario causes some type of feeling along the lines of happiness or relief to course through my body. I always wonder what it is. So, even though I have a very strong feeling that there is actually a word to describe this type of feeling (one that is probably very easy to think of), I am going to have to make up my own word.
ReplyDeleteRelness, Adj.: A word to describe the feeling of being so close to something, most likely an achievement.
Ever since I hopped on the Lang train, I've been very careful with the words I use. Lang helped me understand the power that words hold, and gave me more of a respect for the English language. I'm always looking for a more powerful way to say things, yet sometimes it doesn't work out that way. One thing that happens often as a result of this is a loss of words. Sometimes trying to find the word that feels right is just impossible. I know this sounds ridiculous because how can a word feel a certain way, but the right word in the right place just has a certain ring or flow that is irreplaceable. These loss of words happen often because I'm always trying to shoot for perfection (that isn't achievable) but one example of this in particular is when my Dad disappoints my sister. Not to get to personal, but my dad was never and still is not very present with me and my sister, which doesn't really effect me very much, but devastates my sister time and time again. One time in particular is when she was begging him to come to her swim meet, which he agreed to with no problem. But when the time came for him to put up or shut up, he crapped out and disappointed the only girl that will ever love him totally and unconditionally. This made me look at him completely different, I can't even explain the way I felt. The only synonym that came to mind at the time was revulsion. Even though it doesn't seem like a big deal, it really hurt her that day, and I was disgusted in his behavior towards his only daughter. If I were to make up a word to describe how I was feeling that day, it would be revurling. This feels like the right word to use because at that point, I've had a very negative opinion of him. But he's my dad, I still love him.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing that came to my mind after reading this blog is meditation. I can never seem to find the right words to describe why I love to meditate. I've been meditating everyday for a little more than six months. The best part is the 10-15 seconds right after you're done meditating. It's this intense feeling of tranquility. You feel absolutely weightless. You slowly come back down from this euphoric high. It's incredible and words like weightless and euphoric don't do it justice. You start to become aware of your surroundings and slowly get acquainted with your body once again. It's absolutely beautiful. It feels as if time has stopped and in that moment nothing bad could happen. If I could come up with a word to describe this feeling it would be namahara.This just popped into my head and when said in a Spanish flows so well that it feels just like those 10-15 seconds. Namahara: a feeling of intense ecstasy like calmness.
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ReplyDeleteThere are a lot if times like that where I can't really explain or describe a moment or a feeling or just... SOMETHING and nothing drives me crazier than that feeling. like for example there is one specific time in particular that drives me absolutely wild. There is this idea or notion that crosses my mind and it's that while you're living YOUR life everyone else on earth is living theirs like a gigantic mesh of interconnecting stories and while we're all living our individual "stories" and we go through our lives sometimes other people get thrown into our lives and they can either play a significant part of it or they can score an extremely minimal one, from a person's best friend and husband or wife, to a car that passed you by on the freeway. It's this thought that helps me put things into perspective of how small the world is and it's this thought that I wish had a word but it doesn't, at least... not officially. See because there is a word used to describe the idea but it's made up (lucky for me) and it's called sondering, pronounced, (sawn-dur-ring) and it means exactly that, but yeah it's words like that that I wish got into the dictionary over stupid concepts. You know like twerking for one, but it really is interesting though the way language can act like this, we determine what words deserve definition and which don't, like such specific concepts or things get to be words and yet similarly complex ideas don't. For example Aglets we have a word for the plastic tip at the end of a shoe lace. Why? Who determined there should be a word for that? What for? It's also fascinating looking at other languages for this kind of behavior tooLike in Japan, they have a word for the light that passes through the canopy of a forest: Komorebi or in German they have a worder to express when one is alone in nature and feels the connection to the world Waldensamkeit. It's this kind of concept that makes me think about the ways in which our own language is evolving and makes me think a little bit about the fact that we have over a million words in the English dictionary, it makes me wonder even with all those words do we have the concepts that should matter?
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