'Ello Poppets!!! Happy New Year!!! First, let me just say, although I welcomed this break with open arms, I missed you all terribly mid-way into it. True story. I am sure we will all be sick of each other soon enough--but until then, onward and upward!!! (I kid about the sick of each other part--of course I kid!)
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 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. 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 today that my theory began to crystallize about why we, at the worst possible moments, are suddenly at a loss for words.
According to the GLM, English passed the 1,000,000 threshold on June 10, 2009 at 10:22 am. Know what the millionth word was?? "Octomom." Which is just one more posit to the idea that popular culture is the crux of societal knowledge. Let's hear it for Perez Hilton! But, as usual, I digress.
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 dial.
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 occurences 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 paraphenalia. 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?
(65pts/450 words)
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Can I just say that '2010' looks weird and taunting?
ReplyDeleteI have a situation perfect for this assignment... just thinking of a word. I thought of one but foudn out that it is an actual word with a completely different meaning... drat
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ReplyDelete“Stop being an angry Jew!”
ReplyDelete“You of all people with the stupid Jew jokes, Kale!”
“I’d stop if I could see past your big nose!”
“…my nose isn’t big.”
“You know I’m just kidding Ryuji. Your nose isn’t big. It’s…it’s the fullest it can be without being big.”
“…What?”
“It’s kind of like being the world’s tallest midget. Among midgets, you’re the tallest, but in the normal world you’re still short. So, your nose is the biggest it can be without being big.”
“I’m not sure I’m quite understanding you, Kale.”
“Okay, let’s say that if you are six foot and up, you are considered tall. If someone’s 5’11’’, they are the tallest they can be without being tall, and would thus still be considered short. Or for example, if three hundred pounds is considered fat, and you are two hundred and ninety-nine, then you‘re the heaviest you can be without being technically fat. So you‘re nose is the biggest size possible…without…being…big…”
“…”
“…”
“Yeah your Jew jokes suck.”
And thus went the conversation with my friend Ryuji. Every time he becomes incensed, I try to lighten the mood by cracking jokes. It always starts off with him being Jewish, then always ends with me making fun of his nose (which isn’t big! I’m not being mean!) That’s when the jubilant atmosphere tragically falls flat, because I’m caught trying to explain what I mean by “Your nose is big, but it isn’t big.”
So what do I default to? The horridly inaccurate synonym of “big.” “Hey Ryuji, your nose is big.” In my situation, I abhor this word intensely. It conjures up images of Ryuji’s nose mimicking Pinocchio, or being so prodigious that he can’t drink properly from a glass because his nose gets in the way. Or, my personal favorite, saying Ryuji’s nose is big instantly makes me think of a character in Chowder, whose nose is so “big” that he can’t see past it.
What word then, will come hither and save the day, or rather, my silly jokes? When I first tried to think of one, I thought, “Hey! I’ll think of another language!” If I knew the words for small and big, I can merge them together. So first, of course, Japanese. Small is chisai, big is ooi. However, chisaoi or chisooi didn’t rest well with me. Consequently, I turned to Latin for help, and as usual, it failed. It’s words are minima and maxima. But Lauren Day suggested “minimax,” which I slightly tweaked to “minamax!” Perfection. Minimax: the maximum min…imum. It’s even catchy. Now, let’s see how my conversation would go a second time around!
“Your nose is so minimax, Ryuji!”
“Why thank you, Kale!”
Smiles for everyone c:
The Titanic, is about a ship hitting an iceberg and the challenges of two lovers trying to survive it. Have you seen it? I guess that was an unnecessary question… Of course you have. Everyone has seen it. Remember the point in the movie, after the boat had hit the iceberg, and the water began to fill in the bottom crevices of the ship? During those scenes, an incredible amount of suspense began to bubble in my blood. It was in a way that has never happened before while watching a movie. The mixture of being scared to death for the protagonists as well as drowning in the suspense of what’s to happen is an unbelievable feeling. I guess you could say, indescribable… The only other time I’ve felt the same was the Saturday after Christmas.
ReplyDeleteFilling up in the characters lungs, water, filled up the empty space from my house to the river. Quickening its pace, the still flowing water streamed closer and closer to my back deck. That amazing feeling of suspense clouded my thyroids and clogged my throat. There was nothing to do, but observe. Observe the water arriving to the door of my house.. Flowing over the deck. The front yard was a disaster, I could practically see fish flopping around in the new lake forming. My house was an island. Then, water began to break into my garage. A blasting hose, would be an exact description of how fast the water was coming in. The water pump my dad had adjusted to bring water back outside barely managed to keep up with the racecar pace of the newly formed lake DeCrescenzo. We phoned into the local police department to be calmed by news explaining that it wouldn’t get much worse. However, false hope reined in the answer that was used to shut us up. Looking out back… the suspense rose. I felt like I was actually in the Titanic, about to lose everything. The water continued to surge in our house, spilling into my bedroom, making the carpet slurp. Further and further the water filled, higher and higher my suspense rose. Then, the foyer filled. Inch by inch.. My house was being soaked in one of life’s necessities. I kept thinking about how this must be mother nature taking care of herself, giving herself a drink. Well, she must have been really thirsty, because again the water kept rising. The water was of equal level outside the house as inside. Finally, I call my neighbor to find out that a fire truck was pumping water from our side of the street to the other, and that a boat was coming to rescue us. Without exaggeration, I can say a big red rubber boat came to my front door to pick us up. I have never felt like I was about to lose everything until that night. Suspense began to intertwine with fear. There is no word that can come close to accurately describing how I felt that night. Lamely, suspenseful would be a poor synonym. However that feeling was a combination of the hope that material items would be safe, We would be safe, suspense of watching water rape the walls, floors, and furniture, and fear of what was going to happen. It really is indescribable. The only word that comes to mind is appraidupse. This word combines everything I was feeling, from suspense, apprehension, and fear.
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ReplyDeleteMy heart droping.
ReplyDeleteMy chest deflating.
My lung collapsing.
My ribs jerking inward.
Out of interest I googled these evidence that that phenomena of a "feeling" has just occurred, I got:
Heart disease; Heart attack: CALL 911
Asthma attack: Get Inhaler! : Call for help!
Lung Punctured; drowning in internal fluids.
Broken ribs; might puncture lungs! Call 911!
Well thank Allah! (God) but I'm not suffering from those... I mean I hope I'm not...
I'm not sure what I'm experiencing but it's overwhelming. And again I would ask "Overwhelming with what?" I don't know. I know though that I love it. I live for it. It's so natural and human and beyond any power that could be created. So this feeling dominates my body at the best and worse. I don't receive this feeling when I'm only happy like finding out I won an award, finding out I get to go to Egypt for the summer or during a first kiss. I also get it when at the worse of times; when you come home from school and get the news that your mom is hospitalized, or like when my best friend showed me his self inflicted scars. So this feeling I can't call absolute happiness. This feeling shows how real I feel towards something. That event or person would matter so much that this feeling would literally make me feel like my heart dropped, causing my rib cage to jerk inward and make me want to curl up. It starts in the center of my heart and I feel that it passes through little nerves electrifying my body to the finger tips, urging me to touch his face or scars to make sure this is still reality. Now words I relate to this feeling as synonyms; "overwhelming affection" "consciousness" or "I dont know!?!?!?!?!"
Overwhelming affection: How strong that feeling is drives me crazy how it's involuntary and uncontrollable, it actually overwhelms my body with it. Even though if I experience the feeling during a bad moment it's still affection of attachment because I cared enough for it to cause this feeling.
Consciousness: Maybe that feeling is absolute reality. Like what we are living is nothing but failed attempts at trying to trigger this feeling. To be aware of your senses, to be affected by it mentally and physically in a way that is literally beyond words. That you don't think but replace thought with only feeling.
I don't know!?!?!?!?!: Well You know what I mean.... That's obviously why we have to come up with this word...
HERK!
My heart herks!
My chest herks!
My lung herks!
My ribs herk!
Maybe it's the fact that it feels sometimes that it jerks!
& jerk and herk rhyme?
Or the fact that herk! requires a little gasp when said
and when that feeling comes I feel a little gasp.
Maybe it's the fact it reminds me of hurt; even when its good or bad,
the overwhelming feeling hurts in a good way tho.
Like when Bunje described getting hit in the face wit a brick...
I bet her heart Herked!
(which I can't seem to type without an exclamation point)
Herk/Herks/Herking/Herked
I actually think I might use it from now on.
& maybe just maybe someone knows about that feeling...
& one day will say wow that just made my chest herk.
If you have ever fallen asleep, then you know the feeling. It’s abandoning the world of gaudy lights, mind numbing chatter, and the pressures of buzzing activity surrounding you. In the case of sleep it is peaceful, a welcomed transcendence. However it has a darker, stronger side, which is less often addressed. This side smothers your consciousness. Unlike sleep, it doesn’t offer you a choice. It is “you are coming with me now, before you even know it.” Somehow it forces you to submit, yet it’s never through force. People refer to it sometimes as “passing out.” The word is commonly understood, and easy enough to say. Beyond that, it is barely functional. You pass on the broccoli at dinner or the old woman swerving and going negative ten miles per hour on the parkway. You do not pass on having control over your body. You do not pass on the ability to judge your surroundings, when you choose to. You absolutely do not pass on the consciousness and thought process, which makes us human. Fainting is even worse.
ReplyDeletePassing out (for my current lack of a better word) is beyond words. Despite this, my parents, doctors, and whoever is unlucky enough to be near me when it happens always have questions. All I can say is that I don’t remember what happened around me or what I did. My understanding of it comes from what people tell me, like when people remember childhood from stories they’ve heard too many times. All I remember is being pulled away from reality, in waves of losing control. I usually think I’m in an unusually deep sleep, then people trying to get through to me feel like dreams. The closest word I can think of is sinking. A wave takes you under, and you stare up at the film of water separating you from air. It’s thin, yet invincible. You try to get back to where you believe you belong, but soon you forget why you were struggling. You can’t find any answers, so you stop trying to find anything at all. Everything is hazy, thick, and consuming. As much as you can feel you can’t think.
My new word for it is aveam. “Av-” comes from avalanche, because the feeling is smooth and natural in the way it takes over. However it is also quick, sudden, overwhelming, and powerful. “-eam” comes from dream, because of how unreal and surreal it is. Like in dreams, it is something you experience completely alone and distant from reality. Aveam sounds strong and distinct, unlike passing out. It stands out in almost any sentence or phrase, and has a strange quality to it, as the feeling does.
Manar.h- I like the example that you used. It seemed smart. Looking something up on google to get an idea but the word you came up with, well it just seems to fit. I like how it can be used in a few different sentences. Yours made lots of sense.
ReplyDeleteKale- I like have you gave a lot of background and the steps that led you to your new words. I read yours before writting mine. SO, my outline is much like yours because I liked its organized manner. However, I would not suggest reading mine because I have scarred you far too much in your life already.
ReplyDeletePoala- You also gave a nice bit of background on yours which I enjoyed. I love a good story. In the end, I like how your words combined words like mine did. What is even better is that it looks real and I might even use it. You could totally pass that off as a word that already exists.
Kujunc
ReplyDeleteThere was a time period of 6 months at my father’s karate school where he heard the same excuse from four of the senior, adult males. (sensitive eyes please do not continue reading… aka KALE…)
“I can’t take class tonight. I just got snipped…” My father would laugh because, of course, he had never had to go through the procedure.
As all the new little babies, only weeks old, came to visit everyone at the karate school, my father would ask the new fathers, “Hey, you didn’t just have a baby, when are you coming back?” They would simply reply what I have already written above. Much to my father’s dismay, the new fathers that had just been “snipped” were his senior students and had already taken off a few weeks due to the preparation of their babies that were on the way.
For me, the situation was funny. Knowing all the wives of these men, I was always in on the talk that they were saying behind their newly “snipped” husbands. Everything I heard was about them wining and complaining, even crying. This amused me. However, it did not amuse my father.
However this is not a story about my father’s disapproval or my amusement, but of the creation of my new word. Kujunc! As most of you have probably guessed, I am talking about the male procedure called the vasectomy. I do not believe this word actually describes what happens in the procedure or actually gives the male enough credit for going through with the procedure. The word vasectomy sounds too medical, too professional, and far too elegant. The procedure, while being a medical procedure and hopeful done by a professional, is not elegant at all. It is just unnatural and kind of creepy.
So I went on my way trying to think of a word that could accurately describe the procedure. Among the males at the karate school, they began calling it the procedure in which they got “snipped.” However, when I tried to make a word out of that, for example “snippit” or “snippmee,” it did not do the justice that I wanted them to and were far too similar to a real word, snippet, that has a completely different meaning. I continued to think.
It was at this time that I flipped back to my facebook page and refreshed it. It was at this time that some guy had typed “…hold on to your junk…” to another guy. The actual comment meant basically nothing to me except that it made me remember a word commonly used for the male’s private part. Junk. I continued on my way.
I thought of a bunch of ways to say remove but in a pretty rough way. No euphemism needed here! ( yeah, I know what that word means!) “Sawed” seemed too strong. “Snipped” seemed too weak. Cut… ahh… it seemed pretty good, but only if I could combine these two words in the best way possible. I almost used the obvious word, which is clearly already a word and a bad one at that. My mother yelled from the kitchen that I should spice it up and change some letters. Kutjunk was the fetus of my new baby word. I decided that the word did not flow with the “t” still in the word and, after tweaking the word a bit more, Kujunc was born. Let’s see how it works in conversation.
“When are you coming back to class?”—Silly Daddy
“I am sorry, Kyo Sa (my dad’s title), I just had a Kujunc done and I am not really up to sparring today.”
Sounds perfect!
Responses first~
ReplyDeleteKale -
Why on earth would you think to look to silly old Latin?! Haha just kidding.
I find your situation highly amusing. "Minamax" has the potential to change the measure of size forever, I believe. I also believe that Ryuji should just accept his "Jew-ness" and the size of his nose with grace. Hahaa. :)
Paola -
That was an amazing description. I could feel exactly what you were feeling, although I've never experienced that kind of thing. All I can do is imagine, but thanks to your description and comparison to the Titanic, I can imagine with confidence that I understand. Bravo.
I hope everything's all right at home, as well. <3
Sarah L -
Hah I love your word, very creative. And your description was very nice. I never experienced "fainting" or "passing out", but I can understand how it feels to only remember based on other people's accounts. Not only remember it suddenly, but to see things suddenly a lot more clearly because of their descriptions of the way they saw you. Very nice.
"Melanie, you should have seen it. I have never been so angry in my life. Every comeback and comment that I threw at her left bruises on every limb that she left uncovered. I was screaming.. freaking.. buggin'.. going crazy.. ugh. I don't know what I was doing, but I know that you should have seen my intensity. I can't describe it!"
ReplyDeleteAs you may have guessed, I was explaining to my cousin a fight that I engaged myself in over break. This little girl tried telling me I was wrong and I had no clue what I was talking about, like that was possible for her to due after my months in AP Lang and my level of vocabulary has been raised. So, I was mad. I was beyond mad. I couldn't believe how I threw my fists at my phone as the girl tried to get a word in, acting as if I could honestly punch her through the screen. She introduced me to a sense of insanity and I honestly felt myself experience a level of anger that I didn't know was possible.
Long story short, I have invented a word that means the ultimate freak out; anger to the highest extent; intense madness; pissed off to the googolplexth (yes, I made that up, too). FRUGANESSED. I've been staring at this screen to make sense of this word, but I love the complete mess of it all. When I am fruganessed, I am flustered with anger that I never felt before. Maybe because it's on my mind but I have another explanation for you. My grandpop passed away, the reason why I will be M.I.A. for as long as possible because I am quite fruganessed, and I want to kill someone. Not for his death, because I know it happens, but because my family. They decide that now because he is gone they want to visit and play with his will, his money and everything he had to offer. Are you fucking kidding me? Okay, now I am becoming fruganessed and I think I should leave it here. Experience fruganessation? Ah, the best way to define it - becoming so angered you wouldn't mind killing someone.
Okay, pretty bitter now but thinking about my "family" really got me mad. Hope you enjoy the new word!
PART 2 - I forgot this until now :(
ReplyDeleteI think we end at a total loss for words sometimes because of the intensity of the situation. We are so easily satisfied with good, great, cool, disgusting, fun... that we don't find it necessary to look for other words that truly define the moment until something intense happens. We need that word, at that moment, and we need to describe it to a tee because of how interested we were and how we want people to understand it. When you experience something that not many people have and you WANT to explain it to them, the need for that word becomes so... FRUGANESSED. Well, sort of. But like I said, the loss for words comes from the lack of experience and care we have to explain every story. Let's get more detailed, make more words and enhance our vocabularies!
Deanna - I love your joke. I could see you telling that perfectly :) And your invention is something I could see myself using, an actual word that fits into our crazy world. Minimax. So chic, cute and comfortable. C cubed. Okay, done with calculus :|
ReplyDeletePaola - I can totally relate to the suspense that you described. Though I hate your story because bad things shouldn't happen to good people, I love your word, although I am too fruganessed to pronounce it properly. I hope everything's okay!
Manar - I absolutely love this post from you. You make me laugh every sentence I read. I love your word and I admit I have contemplated finding a word to mean just that and failed every time. Herk works, it has a certain twist to it. I like.
Rewind to last Monday. Second period has just ended. As I’m making my way from the 400s to 205, I realize that I’d better stop in the bathroom. This is, after all, going to be my last chance to do so for a while. I glance at my watch. It’s 8:56: plenty of time. But as soon as I step into the bathroom, my heart sinks as my nostrils are assaulted by a wave of noxious air: cigarette smoke. Grrrr. This has been happening for weeks now, and every morning the smoke-attack still manages to make my blood boil. Most days, I’d groan and walk out, planning to get a pass during precalc or study hall. But today, that just isn’t feasible: I’m tired of bugging Ms. QG for passes, and Monday is a chem lab day… so no study hall. Instead of waiting for 9/10 to get a pass, I march in, breathing sparingly, and trying to ignore the burning in my lungs. Though I leave as quickly as possible, my chest remains uncomfortable, sort of “tight”, and I feel like I can’t breathe “fully” for the next few periods. Ugh, what a way to start the week.
ReplyDeleteThis sort of feeling in my chest is something I’ve suffered from for a while now. It’s worst when I have to breathe unwholesome air for a while—for a few minutes in a smoky OHS bathroom, on my hour-long bus ride (which often smells like secondhand smoke covered with cheap airfreshener), and the like. Pretty normal, I guess. It’s common knowledge that smoking can lead to a host of health issues, so it makes sense for my lungs to complain when I force them to take in air laced with smoke. However, I often feel it when I’m stressed as well. My lungs seem to constrict, and though they take in gulps of air I feel like I can’t fully “use” them to breathe normally. My mom is all too familiar with me complaining about my chest: “My chest is tight.” “I feel like I have to take deep breaths.” “It’s like I can’t breathe fully.” A bit tired with my complaints, and obviously concerned for my health, she did take me to see a doctor about it a year or two ago. Though he gave me some antibiotics, he pretty much chalked the feeling up to stress. The medicine never helped, and till this day I continue to experience the discomfort in my chest.
One thing that bothers me almost as much as the actual sensation is my inability to truly capture it with words. I can’t help but think that if I could better express what I feel, some doctor might say “Aha! You have _______ and I can treat it by _____”, o r, at least, who ever I’m talking to would more fully understand what I‘m experiencing. Until now, the only way I could sort-of describe how my chest feels I by saying it’s “tight” or explaining that I feel like I have to take deep breaths. But neither is really intense enough to capture the essence of the feeling. “Pytheath” is a much better choice. It’s a combination of python—a snake that can squeeze a little bit more than tight—and breath—because with every breath I feel uncomfortable and like I have to breathe more deeply. Plus, I think the sound of “pytheath” really captures the feeling. When pronounced, “pytheath” sounds almost like a bit of a wheeze, definitely evocative of uncomfortable breathing. Also, the “th” sound at the end yields a sort of hiss, reminiscent of the python. Though I don’t know if I’ll ever get rid of that pytheath feeling in my chest, at least it now has a proper name.
Sarah: I really liked your description of what it’s like to pass out… and aveam summed it up perfectly. I can’t remember ever passing out myself, but I have had to deal with a condition that’s similar—and luckily (knock on wood) treatable so far—so I know what it feels like to be dragged, without a bit of warning, into a surreal state and to only have others’ observations to tell you what happened.
ReplyDeleteSteph: What an, uhm, interesting topic. I do like your word though. Like you said, it shows a bit more respect for guys who go through the procedure than “snipped”. I think it’s far less awkward for the guys themselves to say than the medical term, too… “kujunc” almost seems like something that guys would enjoy pronouncing.
Kristie: I think I’m going to get a lot of use out of your word… especially when my brother is involved. The next time he is so insanely annoying that I feel like ripping every single one of his curly blonde hairs out, I will, in as kind a voice as I can muster, tell him “Please stop, honey, you’re making me quite fruganessed.” The confuzzled look on his face will be enough to put me in a better mood, and he’ll be too busy pondering the new vocab to be agitating.
The most indescribable moment that I can think of is the time I had to call 9-1-1 for the first time. I was sitting at the bar table working on my biology project and talking to my mom. We were having a good time and discussing the soccer game I just had, when she asked “Oh cool did you...” then she just stopped talking. She was staring at me for a good thirty seconds. I got the chills and felt my arm hairs raise up as I said “Mom?” about four or five times. Then, before I could ask her if she was ok, she fell over onto the floor. I had the biggest adrenaline rush and there was just a burst of energy the shot up from my feel to my hands. I jumped out of my stool, knocking it over as I pushed off of it, and felt my throat starting to close up as I watched her on the ground. I began to feel nervous and my heart was pounding out of my chest and I felt a mixture of sweat and tears forming on my face. My entire body was still cold, but I was really hot at the same time. I tried to swallow but the tightness of my throat prevented that. Somehow I made it over to the phone to call the police to send an ambulance.
ReplyDeleteBut then my attitude went from extremely nervous and scared to mad. They started asking me dumb questions like what's my address and my name and I thought that was pointless because it shows up on their computer when I call. I started giving them kind of an attitude and I could feel my face turning red and my temperature went up after each question they asked me. Suddenly, I looked down at my mom and my throat closed again as I attempted to apologize to the lady on the phone. Seeing my mom like that made me feel guilty for not being thankful that they were trying to help her.
I can't think of an accurate word that describes what I felt in that situation. The closest I can come to it would be suspense. Suspense is a state or condition of mental uncertainty or excitement, as in awaiting a decision or outcome, usually accompanied by a degree of apprehension or anxiety. That's pretty much what was happening- I was confused on how I felt as I was waiting to find out if my mom was ok. If I had to come up for a word about this, I would say it's a “nervhotscamad rush” because it's a burst of feeling nervous, hot, scared, and mad around at the same time.
Paola- Wow that's horrible!! When we talked about it today I didn't think it was that bad. But, I'm not gonna lie, the boat thing made me laugh a little. It kinda lightened the mood up a bit, but still that has to be the worst thing to see!
ReplyDeleteManar - You do a good job at keeping everyone laughing. I really like your blogs all the time. You're word is awesome- I'll probably be using that in the next day or two considering I always get herked... like every time I do something.
ReplyDeleteSteph- I really like yours because it's so true that guys don't like to use the real medical word for the procedure. That's just awkward and it sucks for them they have to do that :P. But, with your word, guys wouldn't be ashamed to announce that they got kujunced because that's just fun to say!
ReplyDelete"Okay. I'm sorry, for everything. Please forgive me. We can do it. I really believe that if we give it one good try, we can be in love again. We'll find the spark, I know it. We've done it before we can do it again."
ReplyDelete"It's okay... Lex, we'll see. I honestly don't know."
"Okay... Hey, I love you, Caleb."
"Although it's not as strong as before, I love you too."
I started shaking. I laid down, put my hands over my eyes and began to cry. My body shaking, my mind racing, a complete release the only thing on my mind.
One of the hardest things to hear is that someone you love, someone you feel for deeply, doesn't love you like they used to or simply just doesn't love you back. This can be categorized as a "bad thing". "Bad things" inspire a horrible, horrible feeling for the receiver. Other common "bad things" occur in daily life and call upon the same kind of horrible feeling. Realizing failure, losing someone you care for, being confronted by a fear, physical pain, these are all things that happen to us and make humanity feel at a loss.
When bad things happen, I am at the very least, "overwhelmed". I experience a sinking feeling all over my body, my heart races. I want to cry, I want to run away, I want to shut down. I am broken, I am dead. I never quite had a word to describe this feeling. There's overwhelmed, sad, mad- all words that aren't strong enough to describe the horrible feeling I feel when bad things happen, especially bad things that I can't change. But, the word that most describes it is overwhelmed. When bad things happen, I am overwhelmed with guilt to the point that it makes me nauseous. When bad things happen, I am overwhelmed with sadness to the point where it makes me want to kill myself, in order to permanently avoid having to witness these things a minute longer. I get overwhelmed with anger, almost empowerment, to the point where it makes me want to cry, makes me want to cause some sort of destruction. I get overwhelmed with helplessness that I snap and don't want to feel anymore.
My made up word, the one I will create to be more powerful and more accurate than "overwhelmed" is brosinead. Pronounced 'bro-sin-eed'. It is a combination of the broken, the sinking, and the dead feeling people feel when bad things happen. It is the ultimate mixture of all the emotions people feel when tragedy strikes- helplessness, hopelessness, guilt, anger, sadness. This is a word that should never be used. No one should be forced to feel this way. It's unfortunate, it's truly terrible.
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ReplyDeleteSo there are some things I accept. For example I accept that I’m skinny and no matter how much I eat, nothing happens, I accept that my hands are small, I accept that no matter how I try to be everyone’s friend, it doesn’t always work. But I also accept that I’m not the smartest person ever. It’s not that I’m dumb, it’s that I never think about what I say; I just say it. I make dumb remarks that make people stare. I get confused very easily, as well. I try to use smart words and make myself sound articulate, but I accept that it just doesn’t seem to work out for me. I’m the stereotypical blonde girl I guess. You know them, ditzy girls who are globule.
ReplyDeleteBut even though I don’t take offence to having a “blonde moment” and then people calling it a “blonde moment”, two words is just too many words for a blonde girl. I have to save my breath for when I stupid things! So Ms. Bunje and I discovered the word “nogent”. There is a story in how we came up with this stroke of brilliance. Here it is:
I was quite excited when I finally understood factoring, so I decided to let my Facebook friends know. My status soon became: Megan Sherman just used her nogin. I meant to say noggin (even as I’m typing this, Word just automatically fixed nogin to noggin…thanks Facebook for not being as clever). So, yes, that’s an oxymoron. As I’m excited to use my head, it then fails me. But then Janiru brought this epidemic up to Bunje and then she brings it up in class. I decide to roll with it. You know, I said it, might as well go with it. So then, I said something along the lines of “We all have our moments”. Well, nogin…moment…NOGENT! The light bulb went off in my blonde haired head.
I had one before doing this blog, coincidently. I didn’t quite understand this blog, and then when I asked about it, I felt stupid because I couldn’t figure out why I was confused. I just had a nogent. Then trying to figure out a word to make up wasn’t hard. An epiphany then occurred and I knew “nogent” would be the word I would share with my fellow AP Langers.
So whenever you have a moment where you slip up, don’t feel afraid to say “Oh, I just had a nogent!” We all have them! I have them often it seems now. Maybe it is because I accepted that I have them, so now I just flaunt it? Or maybe I just like saying this new found word? But you’ll have to use your noggins to figure that bad boy out.
Deanna
ReplyDeleteThat is so cute. My grandmother is around five foot, and I always call her a midget. She bellows that she isn't considered a midget. From now on when I see her I'm going to tell her that she is a minimax!
Paola
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! I can't believe you got your blog done early!!
You care so much about other people, that some times you worry to much for them and for your own sake.
When i came over your house looked okay, you insurance will cover everything. Your dad is already working on fixing the floors, your mom was as happy as ever.
Look at the bright side, your getting a whole new room!!!
Plus you get to room with Anti for a couple of days :)
Stephanie
ReplyDeleteOMG! I hate writing that, but nothing says it better. I can't believe you just made that up. That is so funny. I can't think of any cituation that will occur any time soon where I can use it. I guess I'm just going to have to wait till I'm older.
Kristie: I love your word! Because when I get frustrated or frazzled, it then leads to me being angry. So it just makes sense for me to say that! Express my emotions into one.
ReplyDeleteHannah: Even though you situation makes me sad, your word is pretty impressive. Because I get all those feelings at once sometimes.
Manar: I very much like your word. Herked! I like it represents jerks. Because jerks do things to that hurt, so that really herks. I understand where that came from. I like it.
Manar: I know the exact feeling you're talking about! you did an amazing job at describing it and your word is kind of funny :) Next time my heart herks, you will be first to know! Also, you have a very unique writing style that I absolutely love!
ReplyDeleteSarah: wow.. you're description of passing out was crazy. I was so worried for you that day :/ I hope all is well now! You're blog was very whimsical, as was your word.
Hannah: I can't even imagine what that was like. The fear and apprehension you were feeling must of been ridiculous.. I don't know what I would have done. I'm glad you were able to share that <3 You're word is hard to say but good for your description.
Alex N: :( you have to see it now... no floors in the living room and half the walls are gone.
ReplyDelete“I don’t know.” This might as well be period 9/10’s catch phrase. But it’s true 9 out of 10 time I don’t know (well sort of). I know what I’m felling, or thinking. However, I have trouble finding the word for it in my little vocabulary. This assignment is perfect for us. We already have some made up words that have become part of our every day vocabulary (Nugin-Megan)
ReplyDeleteOn Tuesday night I found out that a high school in the town I grew up in is closing, Wildwood Catholic High School. I don’t go to WCHS, obviously I go to Oakcrest, but a lot of my friends and family goes or has gone there. My step-father has coached for Catholic my whole life. During basketball season for as long as I can remember my winter life has been spent in that damn gym. I love that school, and those people. I feel an ach in my stomach when I think about what my friends are going through and feel like crying. Can you imagine if next year, after working as hard an long to get to where we are, we all had to go to different schools? I can’t.
The Camden diocese really ***up. On Tuesday morning at 9 am the all students and staff were called into the auditorium and told by their principal that the speculation that had been on the news was all roomers. The Camden diocese then visited Catholic and informed the principle in January that this was the last year Catholic would be open. The principal than called all the student back to the auditorium at 211 pm to tell them that the school would be closing at the end of the year. For this I feel extremely mad. The school had no idea. Girls and Boys played their last soccer games without knowing that it was their last, kids went to homecoming without knowing it would be the last Catholic would ever have. Four months have been wasted, that could have been cherished.
I don’t go to Catholic. Again, you know this. So in many ways, I don’t care. This devastating closing doesn’t affect me in so many ways that it is affecting others. Boy am I on an emotional roller coaster.
Finally, I feel relieved. I stated earlier that years of my life have been spent in that stupid gym. Some years, like when they won the South Jersey Division II Championships, those years were great. However, last year when they were 4-22 it wasn’t so great. Basketball has been so restricting on my family. I am in a way relieved that it is all over. I’m almost happy. We can go skiing again, we can see Disney World at Christmas time, we can do anything.
The emotions I am feeling don’t really go hand and hand. In fact, most would say they are polar opposites. So how can I express what
I am feeling in a word that can do it justice? This morning in physics, where most of my great Lang ideas come from (Thanks Taylor and Stephen) I came up with smareppy. Smareppy is a combination of all the emotions I have feeling; s(sad)ma(mad)re(don’t care)ppy(happy).
Paola D.: "The only word that comes to mind is appraidupse. This word combines everything I was feeling, from suspense, apprehension, and fear."
ReplyDeleteI've never seen "The Titanic"! Theory refuted. Okay that's not my point. I really like your word, even though it is a bit wordy - of course, how can a feeling like that not be wordy, when it is so complex?
Megan- I love your blog! It's so cute and has soo much voice because I imagine you saying this at a lunch table discussion. I think that is a perfect word that you created because i dont care how smart a person is, everyone has a nogent moment!
ReplyDeleteStephanie W.: Your word may soften the blow that getting "snipped" is to a man's pride. It's comical.
ReplyDeleteJessie B.: "When pronounced, “pytheath” sounds almost like a bit of a wheeze, definitely evocative of uncomfortable breathing."
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's definitely like that. I know the feeling all too well. It is only ever described as tightness, which I think is something that a person who doesn't know what it's like can liken it to, but doesn't work. Muscles and ligaments can be tight - your lungs are struggling and writhing with effort more than anything.
alexisb: "This is a word that should never be used. No one should be forced to feel this way. It's unfortunate, it's truly terrible."
ReplyDeleteYou're right, but sometimes the best way to deal with it is to talk about it. I think that they key factor in this sensation is the doubt that it casts on the past, would you agree? The feeling that because you aren't loved as much now, that you were never really loved at all?
I’ve just come back from summer break. I worked the hardest I’ve ever worked on my life getting toned for the volleyball season. I strut like a diva down the hallways, flaunting my new self to everyone I see. It’s not that I’m being conceited. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished and I just want everyone to see what I can do when I’m focused.
ReplyDeleteAs I strut down the hallways I feel unstoppable and proud, but these words don’t do my achievements justice! I have just worked for three months nonstop to get what I wanted! I feel like I’m walking on air and all eyes are on me. I feel confident and strong.
Two months later, I’ve just won the volleyball state tournament. As my team stands together in a huddle and jumps up and down, we feel like we’ve gone through it all and we’re unstoppable. We’ve gone through all of the summer practices and all of the two-a-days and we’ve come out on top. All of the team drama we had in the season only make us stronger as a unit and we won. As we were given our trophies and the cameras flashed, we felt like nothing could even get better. We were all excited and confident and unstoppable and proud all at once, but how could we even describe this in the interviews from the newspapers to come shortly?
Every night, after school, I reviewed my AP Lang notes from the day and did all of my homework as soon as it was given. I lived in hell for months, depriving myself of sleep and getting bloodshot eyes in order to prepare myself for the AP exam. I got my results back from the exam and stared at my big fat 5. I was so proud of myself for not giving up when I thought there was no way I could study anymore. When I thought I was going to fail for sure, I pushed myself to keep moving and studying and broadening my philosophical knowledge. Nobody could even touch me on the AP Lang field. I was unstoppable and on top.
Bottom line. I feel “zoty”! I feel like I can rule the world. I feel like I’m in control of my own life and I can get what I want if I set my mind to it. Through all of the hard work and determination, I can feel like a total champ in the end result.
Deanna,
ReplyDeleteYour word cracked me up. It was definately creative and original. I didn't know where to start when I thought about making my word, but I love how you seemed to have a concept pop right into your head. You seemed to have thought of this long before the topic came up on our blog! haha
Alex N,
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way you do right now. My friends who I played multiple sports with when I was younger had a mother who just died on Monday from cancer. Though I hardly see them anymore they were a big part of my childhood and I can't stand the thought of them being in so much pain. I love those people, and though the situation doesn't sirectly affect me, it affects some of the people I care about most and it makes me want to cry. :(
Is ironic that I am stumped on thinking of an instance in which I was stumped? Don't get me wrong, it's not like this doesn't happen to me all the time. In fact, it happens ALL THE TIME--probably more often than the average person. Many times I find my mind empty of words but full of these so-called feelings, concepts, and phenomena. In everything language-oriented (speech, writing, notes, and even texting), my mind's idea are simply beyond my own description, and my frustrations simply turn them into meaningless blabble. Sometimes, I do this because of the audience--what will they think of me? I don't want to sound arrogant or insensitive! But even in my private, for-my-eyes only journals, I censor my writing and ramble until I make no sense.
ReplyDeleteFor instance, on the Wednesday after Oak crest’s first snow-day of the year, I suddenly came across the idea of frolicking in the snow. This came under certain stressful and mindless circumstances. It was near the end of December and our streets were covered with almost foot-deep snow. Throughout the entire month of December I felt myself grow increasing lazier and sluggish. After my hectic fall season, I decided to take a LONG rest and enjoy everything that was not school-related. For one, I stopped running everyday and consequently, diminished my 'healthy' food intake. I wasted hours staring into mindless television and at times, doing nothing what-so-ever. All the while, I increasingly ate only chips, candy, cake, and chocolate. Gross, right? I trashed my health for the sake of relaxing for the first time in over five months (since the beginning of the summer).
Also, during this time, I couldn't help but notice how much contact I had with people after school--absolutely none. No connection through phones, computers, or face-to-face contact. In all other words, I was a shut-in grubbing on junk and doing nothing. During the snow-day, as everyone was skipping around, going out, and enjoying themselves, I continued staying inside--wasting away and amusing myself with the books and electronics I had at hand. But the Wednesday after the snow day, AKA the last school day of 2009, I decided to --gasp!--get out!
In my journal I tried to describe the feeling, but it was impossible. Obviously it's not written with proper grammar and everything, but hopefully it will have to do. Here are pieces of it:
"Dear Book of Shirley (Yes, I write that)
ReplyDelete"...I just jumped into the foot deep snow over and over and over again. And all the time, I just kept giggling! It was so amazingly fun! Even though the snow was already hard, I punched through it and made at least ten snow angels in the backyard. And the brisk winter air just. Well it just replenished my soul! I finally DID something! I threw snow up in the air and watched it shower on me! It was so refreshing for my zombie-like heart and soul!..."
"...At the same time, I felt extremely saddened by the fact that there was absolutely nobody to share this great fun in! What I've missed out on Monday! When I stopped jumping, I just stared at the sky and I felt a deep hole in the pit of my heart. I needed people..."
"...So the muscles in my legs tingled. And I just wanted to RUN. For the first time in almost a month, I ran (for about a good 20-30 minutes, I really don't know)! The ground was horrendous, but I didn't think about it, I took off. I didn't think about my snow-soaked jeans, or the fact that I might slip and fall. But I did think about people--the idea of company. And the relaxing properties of running, and the strenuous, heart pounding part of it. My month of nothingness was washed away with this fleeting idea of being outside. OMG I can't even describe it. It was half exciting, fun, but also sad and depressing...but wait, it was relaxing too, but painfully uncomfortable..! AHH I can't describe it at all."
How can you describe feeling that had such monumental levels of happiness, sadness, relaxation, strenuous exercise, loneliness, joy, etc?! If I had to pick a synonym for it, I'd have to say "sensational" because I felt so many different senses at the time. But the connotations of that word wouldn't work with what I felt that (glorious / despondent?) day, but it's the closest thing I could think of.
And now I'm asked to make up ONE word for this? I still don't think feelings, concepts, or phenomena deserve only ONE word. The essence of them comes from connotation and description through vivid adjectives. But the afternoon before the start of break was “heart-electricfitransquilizing.” My heart was electrified and tranquilized at the same time.
Meg (Hubbers),
ReplyDeleteI have those "dumb blonde" moments all the time, but I hate calling them such. Maybe it's because I'm not naturally blonde or something, or maybe it's the fact that the word dumb is in there at all. Your word it much more positive. It focuses on an "AH-HAH!" moment and not the fact that it took so long to get there.
Butterflies, that feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you weak in the knees, dizzy, and exuberant all at the same time. It’s a rush of emotion every time you meet eyes, it’s that 2 minute heart rush you feel between texts, it’s…something. Now I’m sure everyone’s like, “Um…you mean love?” Well, yeah I mean sure love works, so does infatuation, so does like, but none of these words feel right. Sorry if you disagree but I don’t think teenagers have the capacity to truly love someone. I know no matter how much I…like(I also abhor this word, I’ll get to that) a boy, I’m not in love. I don’t know what that is yet, not at 16. But I know I feel something. I just don’t know what to call it.
ReplyDelete“I like you.”
“I like you, too”
“Cool…now carry my books.”
BLehhhh. Like. ‘Like’ is so absolutely juvenile. Wahh I have a crush on you. These are things you say in middle school. This is high school. As that Pampers commercial said, “I’m a big kid now.” Why use words that aren’t apt for your age group? It’s like believing cooties still exist.
“Where do babies come from?”
“Well honey, when two people love each other very, very much, they call a large white bird who then flies down and drops a little baby on your door step.”
It’s so gosh darn serious. I love you. These three little words literally can be put on the same level as like falling off a bridge…with spiders …in the dark. They’re frightening, they’re intimidating and most of all they change everything. They elevate a cute little peewee game to the big leagues in a matter of seconds. They take a small admiration and make it as real as possible. There’s no going back after the “L” word comes out. It sets an invariable precedent that cannot be taken back or returned. Sorry no exchange after purchase. The end. Ahhhhhhhh. Maybe I’m being dramatic, I do that occasionally, but come on, it’s scary. I mean, we are big kids now, but not that big. I like to leave the love for the pros.
“I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me.”
Thank you Lady Gaga. Um stalker much? Don’t even get me started on infatuation. It sounds creepy. Like when I think infatuation, I think creepy nerd girl who obsessively follows some popular jock. He doesn’t know her name, but she has a freaking shrine for him. That’s what infatuation sounds like.
So sure, maybe all of these words mean similar things, but their connotation just doesn’t suit me well. What I want is like a teenage like/love/infatuation. Something for all of us right smack dab in the middle of too old for like, too young for love and too sane for infatuation. So the word?
Live. Yes, technically you could find this word in any, well every dictionary. However, I'm using it under different pretenses. I'm cutting infatuation for sheer creepiness, and combining like and love. It's practical. Yet adorable in the sense of its double meaning when said, "I live you." Perfect for the teenage romance. So go ahead and live it up!
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ReplyDeleteHave you ever been in a situation where you’d like to curse someone out for their stupidity, but felt that it wouldn’t go over so well? Well I have. Almost every day I am presented with a situation where a teacher or authority figure angers me so much I would like to stand up and go off on them. Instead I bite my tongue and remain pissed off at the situation.
ReplyDeleteExample:
Student: Hey teacher, I think you made a small mistake on my test, I got number three right.
Teacher: Whaaaaaaaa! NEVER BACKSASS ME IN MY OWN CLASSROOM!
Student: Sorry I just think I got number three right.
Teacher: NEVER IN MY 4875248 YEARS WORKING IN OAKCREST HAVE A COME ACROSS A STUDENT WHO QUESTIONED My AUTHORITY SO MUCH!
Student: I’m almost positive its right.
Teacher: HOW DARE YOU! I WENT TO COLLEGE! DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE? DON’T THINK SO!
Student: (proceeds to hand paper to teacher)
Teacher: (rips paper from students hand) Ummmm, well you did get that right…but it was most likely your fault.
At this point you’re about to ascend into a barrage of offensive language that accurately explains exactly how you’re feeling. You visualize every word and exactly how you want to say it. But then it hits you, this is a teacher saying what’s on your mind will most likely result in a swift and severe punishment. Instead you fumble around with a possible remark that would result in the teacher feeling like a complete idiot, and you feeling accomplished. After a few brief second your mind goes blank, nothing in the English language would be suitable for this situation. Here is the dilemma I am now faced with, a suitable word that describes all the emotions that come from listening to an ignorant person. It has to be clever, flowing, and a bit child like. When you deliver it, it must leave the recipient in utter anguish. It must be a combination of the foulest words allowed in a G rated movie. After long consideration and thought I have come up with a suitable word: Poopiepoopiefartbutt. One hint of this word will leave anyone over the age of 21 in total disarray. Can you even think of something to fire back with? Didn’t think so.
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ReplyDeletePART 1
ReplyDeleteHanging around friends who relentlessly provide stories of epic proportions, I feel as though I’m lacking in both vocabulary and general speaking. While Taylor and Fiona flawlessly throw out some snazzy SAT words and win an argument like it’s no big deal, I’m in the corner shamefully spitting out “Um, like, well, you see.” Give me a laptop or a pencil and I will effortlessly explain my ever-changing emotions, but don’t give me an argument. I will lose. My head is the one talking. My mouth simply sputters out nonsense.
Recently, a couple months ago more specifically, I ran into a bit of a pickle. I noticed an odd change in my then current circumstance. I hadn’t been hanging out with my two other friends lately for no apparent reason. No texts, no calls, no random knocking on my door. A few waves in the hallway could be recalled, but nothing more. However, I did see them together a lot. Not just a lot, but basically twenty-four seven. And when we did find the opportunity to speak with each other, they mentioned jokes or gossip I was absolutely clueless about. Being a sensitive person, I took it as a means of abandonment. No, abandonment isn’t the right word to justify my feelings, but I couldn’t think of anything better. Nonetheless, I had to confront them about this, for I was feeling “out-of-the-loop”. No, that didn’t justify it either. So, with my emotions on my sleeve, I attempted to tell them how I felt. Unfortunately for my position, the only defense I could come up with was “I feel like a third-wheel to you guys!” Their rebuttal, “Isn’t being third-wheel concerning a relationship?” Defeated, I came up with another defense. “But I feel ‘out-of-the-loop’”. Their response, “Can’t you just ask us to be back in the loop?” Apparently these two enjoy rhetorical questions. But, even if I was caught up on their lives, I would still suffer this same feeling. Yet, I couldn’t find a word for it. It’s been about three months since that little argument, and I definitely lost that battle. I still feel that way, but I have chosen to ignore it, for I can never explain it to my friends in a valid and intellectual way.
Being a third-wheel, according to urban dictionary, is simply hanging out with the couple and feeling frequently left out, usually because they’re making out all of the time. It sounds similar to my situation, and can accurately be a synonym for my feelings, but it just doesn’t fit. I wouldn’t say abandoned either, because they are my friends after all. They aren’t ones to completely ignore me for no reason. So, what in the world do I feel like?
In lunch today, I poured out my emotions to Lauren Day and Kristen DeStefano, and found myself, once again, having my tongue tied in a knot. I told them that “excluded” was kind of how I felt, but that I definitely felt more like a “third-wheel”. I needed to add that “trio” thing into my new word. We ingeniously came up with the word “trixcluded”. “Tri” obviously meaning three and the “xcluded” obviously standing for excluded. It’s catchy, fun to say, and it totally legitimizes my emotions. It reminds me of the Trix rabbit too, and that makes me giggle, but now I'm going off topic. I feel trixcluded. Perfect. We also came up with a witty antonym: trincluded, meaning you are included fairly into the trio friendship. So, Lauren, Kristen, and I trincludingly solved the problem I’ve been facing with for over several months. Oddly enough, I felt overwhelmingly relieved once I put my new word into action. It felt good to have your thoughts justified. “Um” and “like” simply had me sounding stupid.
PART 2
ReplyDeleteSo, let’s put this argument to rest, once and for all. Since the beginning of the school year, I’ve seen changes. You two have been hanging out, and I pop in every now and then. Yet, I feel as though I am intruding on your newly formed sisterhood. Nobody gave me the notification. I feel trixcluded. I thought we were a trio, but I guess not. I’m completely fine with this, but I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I’m trixcluded, and I’m not sure whether to be mad about that or not. But please, try to trinclude me every now and then.
A certain feeling phenomena occurred to me on Sunday. Of course, it was the last day of winter break so I was feeling a little off already. It also didn’t help that I had to work. So, I wasn’t it a good mood at all. At work, it seemed as if all the customers were complete and total bitches. Excuse my language but everyone seemed to have some kind of chip on their shoulder and expected the world to revolve around them. See, what I’ve learned in retail is that I know how to hide emotions and put on the cheesiest smile to seem as if I was this perfect happy American Eagle boy. But for some reason, I felt different today. It wasn’t me. It was the customers.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever had the feeling of wanting to do horrible things to someone because they piss you off so much? Have you ever wanted to just grab someone by their throats and wring their neck like a wet rag? Have you ever wanted to just take a huge shovel and just hit someone with it repeatedly and then take the shovel and use it to dig a whole to put the person in it? I could go on with the list of demented things that I could do but it would greatly scare you guys. Basically, what I’m saying is that, have you ever wanted to kill or injure someone out of great anger but there was just something stopping you?
I would think that it’s your conscience, I guess that’s a good synonym for the feeling that I’ve been talking about. But it just doesn’t feel right. It’s not setting for me. See, I believe that “conscience” is too weak of a word. Plus, I feel that sometimes your conscience can justify you murdering someone. I can hear it going “It’s alright. It’s only a little bit of time in prison. You’ll be fine. It’s free living in there. Besides, you’ll get rid of that rotten scum sucking road whore.” Think about it though. Your conscience can be overruled and everything. Think about mass murderers, I’m pretty sure their conscience is saying that everything’s alright if they kill. So conscience is definitely not a word to use to stop one from killing.
The word that I think best suits what I’m talking about is CONTRAMENTAHOMICIDABILITY. Basically, it’s what stops a person from committing a dangerous criminal act that is homicide. When broken down into its roots, it’s easy to see where it comes from. CONTRA meaning “against.” MENTA meaning “mind.” HOMI or better known as HOMO meaning “man.” CIDE meaning “cut” or “death.” Finally, ABILITY is just self explanatory in being able to do something. So, when they’re all put together it’s saying “Going against the mind’s ability to kill a man.”
So, ladies, when you know you just want to pull the hair out of the girl that hooked up with your man or guys, when you know you want to just punch that dude in the face for taking your girl and then you realize that you can’t do it for some odd reason. You are being contramentahomicidable. In a way, it’s a good thing. People’s lives have been spared because of it. I even think that more people should have contramentahomicidability to ensure the stopping of all these killings that’s going on in the world today. But, not everyone has it. Hopefully one day they will, but for now, we’ll just try and count on good ol’ consciences.
Think back. Think back to the blog where we had to define ourselves. Now fast forward it to when we talked about it in class. (Forgive me if the following memories occurred in a different context in real life or if they outright incorrect. I don’t remember the scenario very well. I’m sorry for any disapproval anyone may have with my memory.)
ReplyDeleteI remember Kale trying to explain her blog post. She tried to explain how all people were born with an innate “thing” on the inside that dictates their actions and words and expressions on the outside. This “thing” can be referred to as a set of character traits tied to a person’s “spirit” or a “soul.” I understood what Kale was talking about and that’s what we’re trying to describe here—my interpretation of Kale’s idea.
A few of the other Langers also understood Kale, but from the looks of it, Miss. Bunje—soon to be Mrs.—did not. Kale continued to explain herself but with only little success. Eventually, Megan Reece, who was sitting in Kristie’s or Jourdan’s row, raised her hand and tried to clarify Kale’s viewpoint about the innate and unique “thing” in all people. She described it as a set of qualities that people possessed at their “core”. “Core” better describes the site in person that holds his or her truest qualities than “spirit” or “soul” because it carries no religious attachment. The words “spirit” and “soul” carry religious connotations and thus are inaccurate words to describe the site because these two words imply that the qualities follow the “soul” or “spirit” South or North after the physical body dies. And according to my philosophy, there is not Heaven or Hell and thus “souls” and “spirits” do not exist, and since they do not exist, “core” is the best word remaining that describes where the truest qualities lie.
However, the word “core” only describes the site of the truest qualities in a person. It alone, does not describe my interpretation of Kale’s abstract idea completely as it excludes how these qualities dictate a person’s external expression. I interpreted Kale’s “thing” as a set of qualities at a person’s core that determine his or her actions and words. Some synonyms for this “thing” include beliefs, character, and personality, but none of these words fully describe this “thing.” They all lack to describe how the “thing” is resistant to change, how it the “thing” is unconsciously influential, and how the “thing” is exceptionally unique to every individual.
My made up word that best describes this “thing” is Qucorism. This “thing” is only my personal interpretation of Kale’s concept and is nothing more than a belief I have. Qucorism terms this belief by combining the two most important words in the “thing’s” definition, qualities and core. This belief may be true or false according to whom you ask, but if you ask me, I’ll tell you, “I believe in Qucorism.”
Kristie A
ReplyDeleteI first want to say that 2000 looked more taunting than 2010.
Anyway, I am sorry that you passed away and that your family is “playing” with his will. I remember when I was in Cervi’s class, and we were talking about wills and how an ugly situation sometimes developed because of them. But I think you won’t be fruganessed very long because, like you said, bad things shouldn’t happen to good people. I also wanted to say that your definition is hilarious and that your word is very, very, creative.
Jessie B
Wow. I’m amazed at your post. I really am. I noticed how it started with a personal story and how it naturally just flowed into your topic. It was written clearly and fluently.
I’ve never ran into smoke in Oakcrest bathrooms, but I guess I’ve just been lucky.
I know exactly how you feel when you when you can’t truly describe the sensation in your chest. Since I was little, I have always had occasional pains in my legs. Sometimes the pain strikes my left and/or my right leg. I don’t know why I get them, and I can’t exactly pinpoint the exact site of my pain. I have told people my leg hurts. When they ask me, “Where?” I tell them, “I don’t know,” only to get hear a “Huh?” and to see the face that goes along with it. I don’t tell people my leg hurts anymore because I have come to the conclusion that people wouldn’t understand and thus can’t help.
Paola D
I feel bad for what happened to you and your family. To watch water invade and ruin your house and to not be able to do anything but observe must have been awful and terrifying. I agree that the feeling you experienced really requires a new word, and that no word exists to describe how you felt. I hope you never feel appraidupse again.
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ReplyDeleteI'm standing in the Verizon store after waiting twenty minutes for someone to offer service. When a man finally asked, "Can I help you," MY COUSIN, not I, said "My phone doesn't charge or turn on." He stood in front of us for about five minutes and blankly stared at the battery. When he decided he'd admit that he didn't know what was wrong with it, we followed him to a desk where he proceeded to suggest options to solve her problem. He looks at me straight in the eyes and is telling me, extremely slowly might I add, that the phone can be replaced for fifty dollars, or that my cousin could wait for an upgrade. My cousin is older than me, it's her phone, yet he's looking straight at me, kind of creepily, talking. *I never win staring contests, and I felt like we were having one by the way he was talking and staring. What do I do but turn away and start obnoxiously laughing. I tried my hardest to keep in the laughter, or at least keep it silent, but I couldn't help it. I felt horrible. I felt ashamed that I was laughing at a person like I did, I felt even worse that he knew I was laughing at him, and I felt embarrassed,I felt disrespectful, while at the same time finding the situation to be hilarious. Weird mix. I was.. I was..Flippahilvulsing. I suppose the best synonym I can compile, though not into one word is.. "cracking up for no reason at a random time at unintentional humor." It can also be a noun. You can have flippahilvulsions, or irrepressible feelings of hilarity, embarrassment,and disrespect.
ReplyDeleteWhen you can't help but burst into laughter as a figure of authority is yelling at you but you can't take them seriously, you are having flippahilvulsions. It's a combination of convulsion, because it's uncontrollable, hilarity, because the situation is hilarious, and flippancy because it can be disrespectful.
Because of these flippahilvulsions, I would never be able to be a newscaster. Don't get me wrong, I know when it's time to be serious and put humor aside, but sometimes it can be very hard. In the moment, I don't think about what the reactions of the people around me to my laughter will be. Once I laugh, you can't say, "Oh I didn't mean to laugh," because I'm pretty sure you did. You just now feel guilty.
SIDE NOTE: Though this is rather irrelevant to the word I made up, I would just like to say that I have always thought that squarular should be a word, and so I use it as if it were. I've never said, "Wow! That's a perfect cookie! It's so circle!" Umm no, it's circular. So when a guy gets his hair cut I always say (well not always, only when it applies, like shape-ups for instance), "I really like your new hair. It's very clean cut and square?" No, "It's very clean cut and squarular." It just sounds so much better. So to me, that's already a word.
Sarah Lombardo: Your blog was intense, enlightening and very powerful. I have to say, I was LOMBARDED with amazement :D Anyway, the scenario you described was insanely gripping, and as I read I felt as if I was being pulled out of reality. Weird yes, but true. While I made my blog more light hearted and hopefully comical, I really appreciate the deepness of meaning thatï¾’s attached to your word. It doesnï¾’t sound ridiculous, and the logical thought processes behind it definitely make it legitimate in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteStephanie: Hey! I could handle that! *barf* I canï¾’t believe you decided to go with such an uncouth situation, my friend! With all that being said, Iï¾’m slightly embarrassed to say that I really like your word. I feel that it fitï¾’s the situation perfectly, without overdoing or under doing it. Plus, the past noun form of it really made me laugh, "Hey [insert name], when do you get kujunked?"
Taylor: I completely agree with your opinion on infatuation. The word itself just gives me the heeby-jeebies, let alone the weird creeper actually doing the stalker. Your word is the simplest one made up, but I find it the most appropriate. The fact that you acknowledge that you donï¾’t believe teenagers can be in love is something I admire. So many of us would like to believe that we "love" someone, but you know how 98% of those relationships turn out. Your word is practical, logical, cute, and anti-creepy. :]
So far, it had been the perfect night. From the bouquet of my favorite flowers that he brought me when he picked me up to the way the moon reflected off the water as I took a romantic night time stroll on the beach. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. When I opened the door, the look on his face told me that he thought I was absolutely beautiful. The whole night was amazing, but it was nothing compared to what was about to happen. As he took my hand, he knew that the man of my dreams was about to profess his undying love for me.
ReplyDelete“Alix, in my wildest dreams I could have never imagined that I’d meet a girl as perfect as you are for me. Your smile, your laugh, the way you crinkle your nose when you are slightly amused, it’s all just so……….time to wake up. Alix, its 5:45! GET UP!”
I knew this was all a dream, the date with the beautiful and talented Johnny Depp, the walk on the beach, and I knew that last bit was my father waking me up bright (well…as bright as 5:45 in the morning can be) and early. Knowing that this was all a dream, and the feeling of trying to force myself to finish it even though I was clearly awakened by my father, is the exact feeling I am trying to convey in the blog this week.
Before having to think about a new word to describe this phenomenon, I would use the term “resisting”. When my dad comes in the wake me up, and I am in the climax of a dream, I resist waking up to try and preserve the state of the dream. Truthfully though, “resisting” just does not work very well. When you are resisting something, it is a conscience act. Where as the feeling that I am experiencing, when your sleeping mind is holding onto the dream your having, and refusing to leave the state of dream/half sleep you are in is not a conscience act. Also, if I am holding onto a dream using my conscious mind, I would also be able to come out of it. When my subconscious holds me into a pleasurable dream, there is not a way for me to escape it until the dream totally escapes my head.
The word that I have devised to perfectly illustrate this feeling is this, Bensomniparalysis. Somni is for sleep, because well…I am sleeping. I use the term paralysis because I am literally paralyzed within my dream. The beginning, the “Ben-” is because usually the word paralysis is a bad thing. But in this case, it is good because this phenomenon I am feeling keeps me paralyzed in a good dream.
On another side note,
ReplyDeleteSIMON: I wish we had this blog question weeks ago, because you said exactly what I was looking for. I was talking about a "core" of a person that never changes, that makes each person them and unique. Obsessions, hobbies, they build around the core, but the core itself is their character in its most pristine form. Because this is long, I'm so glad that now I can just say, "Let me define it quocorically for you..." :]
Chrissy- Wow. I absolutely love your blog. (and I am sad that I missed this lunch discussion today.) About four months ago, this same problem happened to me. I felt abandoned to say the least, or maybe I felt TRIXCLUDED! In all honestly I laughed when I read this word because I felt like it exactly matched my feelings. From my own personal experiences with friends do not change for them because everything will work out. Stay the same old Chrissy!
ReplyDeletePaula:
ReplyDeleteWOW! You’re descriptiveness and ability to manipulate metaphors and personification is…well it’s indescribable! I could seriously feel the suspense as I read your blog. Also, I loved how you compared the Titanic to your house flooding. Although, I’m sorry about your house, I think it was a perfect metaphor! I can say that I loved almost all of your metaphors and other phrases filled with figurative language: “with the racecar pace of the newly formed lake DeCrescenzo.” “My house was being soaked in one of life’s necessities.” “We would be safe, suspense of watching water rape the walls, floors, and furniture, and fear of what was going to happen.” I Love Your Blog!
Manar:
I absolutely loved your word “Herk!” It not only has the sound of what you’re describing, but also the feeling. And that’s very creative! It does kind of sound like “hurt” and “jerk” together. I’ve felt that feeling all too much, as well. And I definitely understand what you’re feeling. It feels like a giant fist punched you in your chest and vacuumed away a part of your heart. Maybe I’ll use herk too!
Stephanie:
When I started reading your blog, I thought “I wonder what could be so unsightly that “sensitive eyes” wouldn’t want to read on. And then when I read “snipped” my jaw literally dropped and then I gave a slight chuckle. One of the things I was confused on was: what inspired you to write a full blog about this!? Not that I didn’t love it, I did; it was credibly strange but funny. And what really shocked me was that there are so many adult males in your dad’s karate school who get vasectomies that they can fully disclose it to your father? There’s some real male bonding for you! Anyway, when I’ve watched shows where men have to do ‘that,’ they feel really emasculated and emotionally hurt by it. In my opinion, Kutjunk has a bit too much slang and ( I guess I could say) Family Guy-like humor to pull it away from the truth realities of it. It’s like calling birth something like….Oh I don’t know…baby-plopping? :-/
It was about two years ago when I witnessed the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. In the year 2007 around November I was on vacation in Florida staying at a stunning hotel that was just a 5 minute boat ride away from Orlando studios. By boat ride I mean a white gorgeous ferry that would take us from the hotel across the river and be dropped off; right as I touched the shore it was a short walk to Orlando studios ticket booths. Well it was about 6 o clock, and I was awaiting the ferry to pick my family and me up from the stop. As I was waiting, my mind started to wander and my eyes started to scan the scenery. At first my mind didn’t register with what I was witnessing, it slowly started to enclose me in like the warm tropical heat that seemed to wrap around me like a blanket. It was the day, the day I saw the most breath taking view of my whole life. The boat had just arrived and on the horizon the sun was setting and the river glinted in its gold magnificence. The boat, a crisp pearl white with red canopy floated lazily in the beauty, its metal railings glinting. The tropical palm trees, slightly leaning in the crowded the space to the left of me, swayed in the breeze that also caused a pleasant tickle upon my face. It actually took me a good thirty seconds to realize the line to the boat was moving, and I tried to take it all in, camera-less and with the boat about to leave, I could only capture this image with the brief memory I had of it. I tried to retell the image to my parents who seemed to not realize the amazing once-in-a-lifetime beauty I had just witnessed. I explained the scenery that they obviously did not notice, but “beautiful” and “amazing” just didn’t cut it, I needed a word to describe this image, but at the time such a word didn’t exist. But now, given the opportunity, I can finally name this image with a word that can properly describe its greatness. The only problem is-- what word? It has to describe the beauty, oh and its exquisiteness, and of course the perfection it encompassed. It must be Perbeaquisit! Yes, the way the word rolls off your tongue and the sounding of it just breeds amazing, it even looks exquisite! Ah, now I can finally put my mind to ease, I have at last justified that amazing scene’s greatness with my word. My parents can know at last the word that can explain to them every last detail, which is all enveloped within the magnificent new word…Perbeaquisit.
ReplyDeleteMy word has both a literal and figurative meaning. Dawning is a noun, meaning ‘the point at which darkness gives way to or becomes light’. I know, I know, ‘dawning’ is a word already – but did Shakespeare not take existing words and give them new meaning? ‘Elbow’ wasn’t always a verb, let me tell you, and ‘assassin’ wasn’t always English, all thanks to Shakespeare. I think that in this instance, it is appropriate and expedient to make ‘dawning’, an adjective [‘it is dawning on ’], into a noun [those shafts of light that peek over the clouds after a rainstorm are dawnings, commonly referred to as ‘angel ladders’], because it makes sense, and I can’t think of a word that has the same meaning. Things are always defined in terms of light and shadow, good and evil: always from one remote vantage point or the opposite. Observers comment on the brilliance of the light, or on the intricate beauty in the patterns of shadow, but only poets take them in stride as one and the same, the father and mother of a dawning. Likewise, from a figurative point of view, it seems that observers describe what they see from an extremity, from the comforts of a one-sided environment, where the ‘other side’ is an abstract concept – are they afraid to leave the nest, to brush the dawning and experience the dark, and return to the light with renewed understanding? The movement from light into darkness and back may completely change a person’s point of view – who is the dark side again? Is it this side of the dawning, or that? Ultimately that is the true identity of the dawning, the realization point where one quits the night and seeks the day, abandoning the ignorance required for experience in favor of sound philosophy.
ReplyDeleteBut why dawning? Why not something else, something more Latin or Greek to lend it a noble tone, why use an existing Anglo-Saxon word? Honestly, I sought a such a word, but none suited me. Illuminus is inaccurate, because it implies the separation of light and shadow with ‘illumin’ in its body, and it doesn’t quite capture the spirit of the transition. All of the words I could think of (or couldn’t quite think of) were the same way, and so I tackled the religious implications of the concept I had in my mind. I recalled the Order of the Golden Dawn: “Quit the night, and seek the day”, a key phrase of their rituals. The dawn is the break of night and day, the transition from the former to the latter. It worked, it fit! And even better, it didn’t fit too well, like with my idea being identical to the word – what a disappointment that would have been, to think and think only to realize that an existing word could be used the same way.
When the sun rises on the sea, there is a brief green flash that marks the passage of the sun from night into day. This is a dawning, a body of light almost separate from all other light, given substance by the shadow cloak it dons – this may be a bit hard to understand, but it makes sense to me. There is a break between shafts of light wherever there is a difference in direction or color or intensity, and it gives the light a kind of shadow about it. That’s what the dawning is, a boundary, not a wall, but a definitive. And now I pray that this is as clear to you as it is to me. Fortunately, nobody is going to read this anyway.
ReplyDeleteChrissy: I love that you were finally able to express yourself because you certainly made your point very clear with the new word, and in fact, it's antonym. It's ingenious! And I just want to let you know that your words flow perfectly when you wrote the blog and that I love your writing and won't judge when you say "like, um, and you see" all the time. :)
ReplyDeleteTaylor: You are a master at persuasion I must say. It sounds horrible on my part, but I seldom disagree with what you write because your writing is so effective. Yet I love that you always make me laugh. I love your references to Lady GaGa and the Pampers commercials. I can hear you in my head saying what you wrote. Anyway, Your word is so simple, yet the meaning is so complex. It makes me feel like I'm shy or something if I told someone I live them. I feel as if they'd be like, "wow, you're so weird. You get so shy you can't say what you mean."
Kristen D.- I visit Verizon way too much for my own good, and I know exactly which guy you are talking about!!! Creepy is an understatement for this guy. I can totally see you cracking up because you always just laugh. Laughing at the worst time sucks, but happens all the time. I know I never mean to do it, but it always comes out very rude. This word is absolutely perfect for you. Next time Mr. Matlack tells a funny joke and you are the only one laughing, I expect to hear this word!
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ReplyDeleteDeanna:Your word reminded me of Baird’s class (since you know, I can’t say the C-word) Ha Ha ha! Limits :/
Taylor: I really like the idea of your words, but Live kind of sounds like obsession. “I live you” sounds very similar to “My life is meant for living with you.”
Jon: Your blog was so funny but immature. I’m sure your over exaggerating. Teachers are people too. (Bunje =D)
Sarah L:How does your brain become so amazing!? I love “Aveam”
Jessie: I feel the same way every time I go into the bathroom. Sometimes I futilely tried to hold my breath the entire time. Some teenagers really need to stop this body-destroying habit!
Rain is pouring down and the wind is at your face as you either hurdle or slide through mud puddles. You’re exhausted. You genuinely feel like you are going to collapse. But it’s not only that your calves are tighter than David Beckham’s butt and your nose is spouting blood like an inner city fire hydrant in July and you’re pretty sure that pain in your side may just actually be the result of a shanking. You’re mentally exhausted; one could go as far to say spiritually even. Your heart is beating. Your head is pounding. But the last few minutes of the game are in slow motion. You’ve given everything, are still giving some, and will undoubtedly give just a little bit more. And your team is down by one. You need to win. Your life is on the line. All you’ve ever worked towards will be hurtled to the ground if you and your teammates can’t put one in the back of the net. If you lose, you can’t bear to face society. Hell, you won’t be able to face yourself.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn’t matter if it’s a scrimmage during practice or a World Cup match- that feeling, that indescribable feeling, is pumping through your very veins. Some call it intensity. Some call it desperation. Some call it passion. Others call is pure insanity. But you, yeah, you know the feeling. It’s some of this, some of that, but not just one thing. It has no name. Until now. That feeling is…
Wait, not so soon. Let me describe this in a way that doesn’t sound like I’m narrating a Nike commercial. Sometimes, I get really wrapped up in a game. I lose my head. I think it’s fairly understandable. I’m a goalkeeper, so the whole scoring thing isn’t really my job. I can yell and scream and breathe as much life into my team as I want, but even then I can’t put a point on the board. Often, if my yelling and screaming are combined with the right weather conditions, I reach a point of no return. I become emotionally involved and my intensity turns into… ummmm, yea, something.
This is such a strong feeling that even though I hate going through it, it’s one of my favorites. I can’t go on and on in description whenever I want to communicate it (I could, but I'm sure people would just walk away), so I came up with a word for it. I figured it needs to be one syllable, short and blunt. It needs a cool letter in there, like a Z or a Q. It needs to capture some part of that feeling. So zughhh. It’s short, but in capturing part of the feeling, it loses it bluntness (part of that feeling is pure exhaustion). And it contains a cool letter; in fact, it starts with a cool letter.
Alix: Though I'm not sure if I'll always remember your word, I must! It's perfect. I know exactly what you;re talking about and I hate it. I try my hardest to continue the dream, but when I'm awake, I'm just controlling everything that happens, but when I'm dreaming, it just goes in any direction, which is why I love the "paralysis" in your word. I would also just like to ask you if you even used to listen to Aaron Carter. Your blog just made me think of one of his super old songs where he had a dream that he beat Shaquille O'Neal in a game of basketball by telling him that his shoe was untied. So when Shaq bent over to tie his shoe, Aaron scored the winning basket and then his mom woke him up for school. The whole time I read your blog, I was cracking up because I thought of so many instances where I could relate, and also Aaron Carter. hahah. (I'm still laughing
ReplyDeleteStephanie:
ReplyDeleteWhen I realized what your synonym was, I let out a single, very loud "HA," ths scaring my brother and sister. You are so right. Vasectomy is such a medical term. I remember being not-so-little, maybe twelve, and seeing a sign advertising a doctor specializing in vasectomies, so I asked my dad, who was driving me to a soccer game, what a vasectomy was. It sounded fancy. He got really uncomfortable and said something along the lines of "Ummmm... I like this song. Let's turn the radio up." If vasectomy wasn't such a big scary word, people might not be as weird about it.
Kelsey: Hahahha yes! I'm glad someone knows how creepily this guy was staring at me! I laugh so much, and I always feel bad. And don't worry, you'll hear plenty of that word in his class! :)
ReplyDeleteLast summer seemed strange as my cousin began introducing herself more into my life. Let me explain what I mean. When I was really young (about five years old probably), my cousin was basically my role model but she’s about five years older than me so the older she became the less time she wanted to spend with me. I understood that she had her own life so I accepted seeing her once or twice a year even though she lived nearby. I rarely saw her for most of her teen years but last summer she began texting me and asking if I wanted to go to the beach and other random places with her. I didn’t exactly understand where this had come from but I made an attempt to hang out with her when I could. One day she asked me if I wanted to go to the lake with her to play with her two dogs. I quickly replied with a yes and that’s exactly what we did. Well we were there for a few hours and it was fun as we talked and watched the dogs run through the shallow water. Across the lake we noticed a big group of people, a few in the water and a few on the shore. They were being baptized. Then there was a crack of thunder and my cousin called the dogs in and we had to start walking down this long dirt road that led back to the main road.
ReplyDeleteThe sky became dark very quick. My cousin started to rush because the idea of lightning coming closer did not thrill her. I kind of took my time though. This was weird for me because standing outside next to a body of water during a thunder and lightning storm would have usually freaked me out. My heart seemed to be beating a little faster but not so much because of the storm. I actually wanted to stay out there, maybe because I didn’t want the day to end and not see my cousin for a while again or maybe because the dark sky over the lake and bogs looked amazing.
ReplyDeleteI guess the best way to describe the way I felt was a sense of wonder or confusion. Afuslaxed would be my word to describe it. The -a coming from afraid (I only used one letter from afraid because I was not too afraid, the only fear I had was that it would be a while before my cousin would visit me again). The –fus comes from confused because I did not understand why I wanted to stand out there and just stare over the sky. And the –laxed comes from relaxed because even though my heart was beating faster I still felt calm and as though there was nothing to stress over. Basically a simple situation brought a bunch of mixed feelings that I’ve always had a hard time explaining but afuslaxed describes it better than I have before.
Deanna:
ReplyDeleteYour word is so useful. People always ask if my parents are tall. My mom is about average height, and I always say my dad is taller than most guys, but not exactly tall and then I give up and just say that he's about a quarter-inch shy of 6'1". Now I can just say "He's minamax!"
Paola: I really liked the word you came up with; I could definitely connect it to fear and apprehension. I’ve had a similar feeling before and never understood how to describe it. The way you made a comparison to the titanic and described everything was really good. I’m not even sure that good is a good enough word.
ReplyDeleteSarah L: I can’t really relate to the feeling of passing out because I’m pretty sure I never have before but after reading what you wrote I think I have a better understanding than I did before. Your word is very creative and seems to capture what you are describing.
Jessie: I could definitely use your word. I always feel like I’m being choked when I walk into a smoky environment. I know the bus has smelled like it before along with a perfume-like smell which still brings along that choking feeling. I really like the word though, it definitely sounds like the meaning.
Alix,
ReplyDeleteI am in love with your word because it happens to me everytime. Everytime I dream, well that's if I sleep well enough to dream, I have long intricate dreams. Many of them are amazing. Everything in the world is perfect when I dream a good dream, but then when something finally goes right. It ends. Usually it's much worse when it's still in the middle of the night and you want it to come back and it just wont.
Jon W
ReplyDeleteI think that your situation and my situation are similar in some ways except that I take it up a level. See, at least you're only thinking about cursing someone out. I on the other hand go straight for the kill, literally. I found your situation example funny though. I'd like to know who that teacher is because that's just rediculous.
Picture this:
ReplyDeleteYou’re at a huge, super lavish party where it seems like everyone is going crazy from all the excitement. There’s music blasting through the speakers. People are dancing, eating, laughing and socializing. It seems as if everyone is having the time of his or her lives. And then there’s you. You’re not excited. You’re not dancing, or singing along to the music. The emotions that are radiating off of everyone in the room penetrate you, but do not affect you in anyway. You feel nothing, yet you feel everything. Everyone keeps asking you, “What’s wrong?” “Are you feeling okay?” “What’s up with you? C’mon join the party!” You assure everyone that your fine, just because you have no idea what the hell is wrong with you. You rack your brain, trying to pinpoint exactly what you’re feeling and why, but there’s nothing. There’s no defined reason and there’s no answer. And without that answer, there’s no chance of finding a way out of it.
I’m not sure if anyone else experiences this as much as I do, but I tend to go through this a lot, especially this year. I don’t know if it comes from stress, or from lack of sleep, or possibly a combination of both, but I know that the feeling practically leaves me crippled at times. At first, I feel no emotion at all. It’s as if my whole body is under some form of anesthetic and I feel numb everywhere. It’s a terrible feeling, but thankfully, it doesn’t last long. It’s just a precursor to what’s coming after it. The emotions that I experience after that can only (and very lamely, I might add) be described as ‘overwhelming’. It’s as if a dam suddenly breaks, and a rush of emotions surge forward and envelope me in a flood of desperation. I become confused, and unresponsive. All of a sudden, I’m frightened. I’m depressed. I’m angry. I’m horrified. I’m optimistic, and yet I’m discouraged. I’m jubilant. I’m nostalgic. I’m chipper but still lethargic. Every emotion, every feeling, no matter how opposite they may be, all try and force their way to the forefront of my mind. I try to categorize them, but how can I? There’s no other word that can capture that moment. ‘Overwhelmed’ doesn’t do it any justice at all. It doesn’t even come close. And so, I have come up with my own word. Suprabellysis [Soup-ra-bell-uh-sis]. Supra (Latin) means above, over or excessive. That describes the rush of emotions that hits me all at once. Bell (also Latin) relates to war. My mind basically becomes a battlefield whenever this happens. The emotions fight one another, none of them ever finding a way to coincide peacefully. Eventually, my body becomes a casualty of this war, and I’m left helpless and exhausted. Now the last part of the word, -lysis, is actually a medical term. It’s derived from Greek and it means to destroy. Destruction. Remember when I said that it practically leaves me crippled at times? I wasn’t lying. It destroys me from the inside out and reduces me to nothing. I would never wish this feeling upon anybody. It eats away at you, like a sickness. Like a disease. And there’s no known cure for it.
Tay-Tay:
ReplyDeleteI loved reading your post. It was entertaining and entirely relatable. Then you topped it off with the perfect word. My favorite part (I sound like Dora the Explorer...) was how your word is a word, but isn't THAT word. You hit the nail on the head by nearing that all-i-think-about-is-you feeling and combining like and love in both meaning and actuall spelling.
Few moments baffle the everyday person more than the occurrence of Dejavu. In French, Dejavu means “already saw”. Rather self-explanatory word is it not? Someone who experiences dejavu sees or hears something and they feel as though it has happened before. Science says dejavu is a sort of wiring mishap in the brain’s synapses (way to kill the mysteriousness) and so the feeling or emotion is already described (a synapses mishapses yay doctor Seuss!). Dejavu pretty much fits. My new word isn’t a replacement for it, but another branch of it.
ReplyDelete*I’d like to add a notice/warning here: I think this is genetic. My mother has experienced similar phenomena, which may or may not be comforting. And I may or may not be crazy. =D*
Dejavu and I go way back. It’s been a part of my life since I had logical (more like semi-logical) thought, and is about as frequent as the hiccups, which aren’t particularly frequent, but they do like to come around on a weekly basis. I adjusted to my bouts of “Oh wow I already said/did/saw/heard this before” easily but one day in the midst of a random and relatively uninteresting tale my old buddy DV (Dejavu is rather irritating to repeat) popped up again, except this time it didn’t leave. Back and forth DV persisted until I HAD to say something! Like a bullet to a bubble, my words popped the repetition and that sensation was gone. That was not the last of my experiences with extreme DV. The next round I decided to experiment. I found myself literally stating (silently to myself of course) the responses from each person involved and predicting movements and sounds and expressions. Synapses my ass…is…? X]
Every dejavu moment I’ve had since has been a game. “Watch me guess what happens next and be totally correct!!” During my guessing game, however, I’m more taken by the fact that it’s really happening. Call me crazy (you wouldn’t be the first), but in my own ridiculous little way I’m predicting the future…by about .75 seconds! And it’s the COOLEST thing EVER!!!!! But cool is an understatement. No longer am I experiencing dejavu, but a more sophisticated, juiced up, energized version I have soooooo creatively decided to call Brusqulture (brooh-skull-tchoor) *excuse my epic fail for pronunciation*. Brusqulture is French, yes I kept with the custom, and derives from brusqe (sudden) and culture (enlightenment). Sudden Enlightenment!!! (Which my strange phenomenon is). For those few moments I am enlightened. =D
Dear Jon Williams,
ReplyDelete'Poopiepoopiefartbutt'
Hahahahaha. What!?
I know exactly what you mean though, when a teacher suddenly gets offended because a student corrects them, but I definitely would have never thought of using that word to describe it. Oh, Jon..you make me laugh. Haha
Waking up late, to no alarm, with eyes popping open at their will in the late morning. Stretching and making my way to take a shower, humming and singing for it’s a glorious winter day. I step out, fresh, and with nothing nibbling my insides, ready to resume a day of the planned and unplanned. In place of homework, I’ve read visual and fanciful stories, entertaining myself one movie after another. In place of spending time at a stressful institution, I spent a jovial night at my friend’s castle (Her house is huge! And it’s even designed like one too!). In place of stress decreasing my food consumption, I ate like a wealthy stuffed pig. But other days, I was just bored and did nothing. I didn’t mind though, because it was winter break. It was a BREAK from life, I felt. Nothing chewing at the back of my brain, just nothing pertaining to the most stressful.
ReplyDeleteThen the day before break arrives: Sunday. Ugh, what an unwanted day. Time was ending and I loathed the hours more and more that came closer to curfew. I felt anxious, I wanted the night to get over with so I can get adjusted back to the normal routine of school days. However, I literally wanted to build a time machine and go back to the beginning of 12 period Bunje‘s partayy. This year is going by too quickly I remember thinking as I brushed my teeth in my pajamas. I desired to pause time for just a little while longer. It’s like that feeling of eating a delicious cheesecake (or any of your favorite desert that makes your mouth water)! You take your time, eating slowly, savoring the moment. But this was not like cheesecake, the connotation of savoring is negative in my case. It was a feeling of pity and sadness and a hint of anger when I heard my cousin starts school on Tuesday. It was one sucky feeling, knowing that break time is over and then I had to be prepared for the future, a little frightening. I felt like being dormant like a hibernating polar bear after that thought. I wasn’t reminiscing, nor was I unprepared, or prepared, regretting, or wistful exactly. Nostalgia is a pretty close synonym but that word met halfway to how I felt. I simply wanted a remote like Michael Newman in Click where time was controlled by my hands.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate school. But that sudden shift from a week of break to school… was well like UGHH. Why must life go on?!?! Okay well I’m over it now. But that feeling, is a feeling that makes you do nothing but think. Think and wish to find a way to pause moments which makes you think about other moments, whether it be from the past or of the future. It’s almost close to a person near their death bed, begging and pleading to God for more time, but not exactly cause it sounds a bit more exaggerated. I had a case of Wishnorabim ( because it was the first word that popped in my head)- meaning everything I’ve just described to you! :]
Robby
ReplyDeleteI had to read your blog twice because I didn't understand it the first time through. But then when I read it again, it made sense. Your word really does describe a phenomena and it's weird because I don't think I've ever experienced a dawning. I think it's amazing how you used nature in comparing the meaning of your word. It really helped me understand it.
Brittany O. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Afuslaxed....how, may I ask, does one pronounce such a word? haha. I love thunder and lighting storms partially because they are so tremendous and typically scary, and partially because of their beauty. I can't say I relate to the cousin thing, but the storm on the water and the dark skies make me feel afuslaxed!
ReplyDeleteSarah Lom-Lombarrdoooooo
ReplyDeleteI would just like to say.... you would come up with a word like that.
It sounds so much like you! And I really enjoyed your blog. I remember you trying to describe what passing out felt like it gym class, but your blog truly helps me understand just exactly what you were saying. Jeesh..your words so pretty. You make me jealous. Big head. haha :P
taylor"
ReplyDelete"So go ahead and live it up"
I love the way you end your blogs! They are always adorable, simple, and all encompassing. No matter what you are writing you have a great knack for the "full circle" ending and having everything connect!
Kristie A- Fruganessed is exactly how I felt when the same situation happened when my grandfather passed away and his youngest spoiled daughter (who I refuse to call aunt anymore) only cared for his will and retirement money. I probably didn't know it then, but that's how I felt, filled with absolute fruganessation. To just be so angry and come up blurting that is clever in itself. :) I hope everything goes well!
ReplyDeleteSarah L- Though I feel differently about sleep; which I relate too as cousin of death. Yet passing out; like fainting which is scary for the fainter and the audience of the fainter; I still loved your word. Aveam. It kinda reminds me of Aviator, which seems to set free and be very powerful. I can picture myself opening up a dictionary to that word. It seems so real.
Pooja- TIME! You exacuted discribing that feelings with such perfection; UGH feelings Sunday night before the back to work feeling. I like how your word has wish in the beginning like so hopeful or faithful in better & I love that movie btw.
JourdanS- Im going to be honest...I was scrolling down to comment when I saw three words "David Beckham's butt" that was enough to make me start reading yours. :) But that's not the only great thing about yours, I absolutely love that your description doesn't give me a visual but more of an experience. I can almost feel exactly what your words describe. That electricity in an intense game, wether watching a national team or playing in a team.I'm a goalkeeper too and I totally get your view and feelings and even when watching international soccer and the commentaries are just criticizing there kahoonies off, which frustrates me...I wish I can put one of them in a players position...like once in their spiffy Navy CK suit with alll their so clever comments in that goalkeepers or striker's position, and they'd fail because sometimes it's not always about talent but perseverance and passion and feeling so Zughh at the end of the game (Disney quotation much?)...lol woah I reaallly went off there.
Alix-
ReplyDeleteYou pulled me into your blog from the start! I was very much intrigued with your opening, since I constantly have similar-situating dreams. The perfect and flawless guy walking down the beach with you with hands intertwined, and he's going in for the kiss until reality sets in! I stay in that bensomniparalysis so the kiss can actually happen! I say "five more minutes", fall back asleep, and luckily I am back where I left off. I'm always woken up during those pivotal moments in dreams, and so bensomniparalysis definitely exists. Kudos to you for actually thinking of a justifiable word. I approve!
Kristen DeStefano!
ReplyDeleteThat's actually a really good word to describe that. I'm proud of you. :]
But! I totally had another moment today when I wasn't supposed to laugh but I did anyway. Usually, I feel terrible because I don't want to seem rude or anything, but I didn't feel anything today. Haha. I just laughed. But now my parents think I'm a horrible person. Ah well. >.<
jon:
ReplyDeleteYou. Would. Hahahaha. But I would not expect anything less.
The feeling you descried though is one that I think most of us have experienced, and while reading your blog I actually got a little fired up because I really hate when that happens. Haha. Especially the "I went to college! DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE??" part because I think that it can also be used with your parents. You know, the "I'M THE PARENT! YOU'RE THE CHILD." situation.
Jon W. – That situation is highly exaggerated nonetheless very comical. I could not help but laugh at the word you chose. “Poopiepoopiefartbutt” really Jon? If I were over 21 I would probably laugh at you like I am doing right now. It does catch some attention and of course allows a diversion from the real problem at hand. Comedy usually helps in most cases, which is why your word is perfect. Just never say that around me, and we’ll be okay :)
ReplyDeletepostnikepathy: (noun) the overwhelming feelings of joy and victory after accomplishing a difficult feat.
ReplyDeleteORIGIN “post-“ from Latin meaning after, “-nike-“ from Greek meaning victory, and “-pathy” from Latin meaning feelings
This past December, I attended a swim meet at the United States Naval Academy. As if it wasn’t intimidating enough being on a Naval base, several National Team members were competing at the meet. On the second day of competition, I was swimming 400 IM, 200 breaststroke, and 100 backstroke. Of course the 400 IM, one of the most fatiguing races, was the first event of the day.
Throughout warm-up, I had a sick feeling in my stomach; like I was going to throw up at any given moment. My whole body ached at the thought of swimming a 400 IM. My abs burned as I thought about the four laps of butterfly. My legs cramped up as I imagined myself completing the second one hundred backstroke. My lungs gasped for air as I visualized myself swimming breaststroke. I could hardly feel my limbs as I envisioned the final laps of freestyle. The only thing I was sure of was that I would be in a lot of pain when I touched the wall and glanced at the clock for my time. What I could not remember at this moment, however, was how hard I had been training in the months leading up to the meet.
After warm-up, I changed into dry clothes and sat with my teammates until it was time for my race. As I sat on the bleachers, I felt nauseous. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. What was happening to me? Finally, it was time to go behind the blocks and prepare for my race. On the way up, I told my coaches how awful I felt, and they assured me it was only nerves. I walked behind Lane 4 and started to peel off my layers of warm clothing. I jumped around to get my heart rate up and knew that it was time to swim fast. Why else did I come all the way here?
The official started my heat and from the very beginning I gave it my all. After all, what did I have to lose? During each of the strokes, I didn’t feel anything like how I imagined during warm-up. I was suddenly in a great mood. I finished the race, and when I looked up at the scoreboard, I realized I had dropped twelve seconds! YAY! There was no way to describe the way I felt at that moment. I went from feeling awful, then better than I ever have in my entire life in a span of ten minutes. The only question I had was what just happened to me?!
I walked over to my coaches after the race and tried to describe my ten-minute life revelation, but I couldn’t put my feelings into words. At the time I was too happy to worry about not being able to describe how I felt, but after reading this weeks blog question, the feeling came over me again.
Looking back, what I felt after my 400 IM was postnikepathy, the immense feeling of victory after accomplishing something extraordinary.
Kristen D:
ReplyDeleteflippahilvulsions! After reading your blog i can actually picture this word in a dictionary. It has so many practical uses! Even as i sit here and type i imagine all the situations where this word would have come in handy. Also i loved your personal example, i can so clearly see something like that happening to you.
Poala:
Living on the river myself i can realate to your blog so well. Almost every year a large noreaster (hurricane) will blow in, following this will be steady rains and constant wind. This will intern make the water level of the river rise, every hour the water will creep slowly up to my house. Every word that you used describes the feeling so well!
Jessie:
I feel your pain, every morning as i venture to Cervi's class i smell the distinct aroma of tobacco. This disgusting stench leaks from the grils bathroom each and every morning. I cant even imagine being near the place for more then a few seconds, let alone entering it. Pytheath in my opinion is the best word i can imagine to cover these horrible symptoms.
PS: Shirley my blog was not directed at teachers, but ignorant people. A student and teacher was just the example i used. And in no way am i directing this at Bunje
Paola:
ReplyDeleteI really like that word… appraidupse. It sounds just about right from what you were trying to describe which was well done because I understood EXACTLY what you were talking about. And it was good that you referenced to Titanic, cause your story was set up just like the plot… suspenseful!! It was very entertaining to read and I can’t believe you went through that! That is definitely appraidupse. I hope everything was fine though.
Sarah L:
You are going to write a book right? Because your blogs are amazing to read. Anyways, I’ve never passed out before and hopefully I don’t ever especially how you describe the condition while being passed out, the aveam It’s like you were describing being in another world waking up to find out your drowning. It’s such a shuddering thought. I’m really glad though that you soon wake up after you faint… imagine never waking up. O.o
Kristie A:
Haha… I liked part 2, as well as the rest of your blog. I’ve kind of been in a situation that also made me fruganessed, which by the way I really like. It fits perfectly, I have to say! I’m sorry about your grandpa :[ and I hope everything works out for the best. Anyways, again, I liked your blog :].
Robby-
ReplyDeleteLet me just say, I LOVED your inventive new word, and it completely made sense to me, even if you went off into a few minor tangents. On your literal sense, I think we take for granted those minute moments of a dawning. It's beautiful, it's unique, and it happens all the time. We just don't open our eyes enough to see the big changes. As for the figuarative side, I definitely see where you're coming from. When Anakin Skywalker turned to the "dark side" and became Darth Vader, he experienced a dawning. Am I understanding this clearly? Or, by learning from experiences, you come out as a new person with a new outtake on life. Could that be considered a dawning? This was my interpretation of your blog, but feel free to defend your word if I am misusing it.
Ever meet the most splendid, beautiful person ever, yet you're complete and utter strangers?
ReplyDeleteEver felt like you're just okay, but then, what? You? You get that open possibility? Hypothetically, let's just say, this person is everything that anyone could hope for. Let's make up typical 'perfect' examples for a guy, some broad with a curvaceous smoking body, and a mind like a diamond. She's brilliant, funny, outgoing, quirky, lovely, and goddamn, she's oh so lovely!
Let's say you're in your ol', boring mathematics 101, and then you see her. And she sees you. She's smiling, and you're an idiotic little child, giggling your fits away. And then, the orchestra follows you wherever, at least when she's there. The gritty, fluorescent lights in school start to illuminating this heavenly glow, and you're just so goddamn attracted... like a fly to a bug trap. And there you have it, you're vulnerable, and yes, it is exhilarating. You're walking on sunshine, yo---
"So-and-so, what is 2+2?" Your teacher queries you this simple, idiotic question, but then, damn, you're...
"Uh, uh, buh, uh, uhhhhh...."
You're fumbling, and you're flustered... You're... you're an idiot! And a very vulnerable one too. However, that doesn't even seem to be a least bit of your worry, and you're still glowing. And they're glowing. It's almost as if you're miles away from this universe, and you're safe-- no matter how much planet Earth signals you to come down. You're invincible, and your environment is all above reality. So surreal. It's, it's so....
Transsurceilism
Main Entry: trons·su·er·ce·il-is-um
Pronunciation: \tron-sē-ˈer-sey-elle-is-um\
or \tron-sea-air-say-elle-is-um.
(o = awe, no accent on n)
Function: adjective
Etymology:
(Trans) From Latin, from prep. trans "across, over, beyond," probably originally prp. of a verb *trare-, meaning "to cross".
(Sur) sour-, sor-, sur-, from Latin super.
(Ceil)The Latin word is the source of the usual word for "sky, heaven" in most of the Romance languages, e.g. French ciel, Sp. cielo, It. cielo.
Date: 2010
1a: A feeling which often describes phenomenons (often when physically and mentally attracted to someone) when one feels euphoric, invincible, yet vulnerable all at the same time.
b: One could describe this feeling to be an exhilarating, high, invincible feeling.
2: During such a phenomenon, animalistic, savage impulses are often acted upon and feelings are foretold to be completely uncontrollable.
Lauren Day: I absolutely loved your word, and your description about the ultimate joy from victory. This word seems to be familiar to your recent accomplishment, ahem, gamifail-ohswin, ahem. Congratulation again, and I just wanted to say that your writing is lovely!
ReplyDeleteDeanna:
ReplyDeleteThanks for the shout-out! Haha but you totally thought of it yourself, I just mushed it all together. You’re story was catchy, and I liked how you wrote informally, but still used captivating language. I can’t imagine you making jokes about people, though! You’re always so “politically correct” and kind, but its cool to see a different side of you.
Kristie:
Typing your word in all capitals really gave it extra edge. I think whenever someone writes it or says is, it should be in capital letters/capital letter voices. When I read it to myself, I pictured someone screaming with their eyes bulging out of their head and smoke raging from their ears. I don’t know if I’ve ever been angry enough to use “FRUGANESSED” to describe my behavior, but one day when I do get really mad, I’ll call you and tell you how FRUGANESSED I am. Miss you!
Sarah C.:
Coolest word ever! “Zoty” is so fun to say! I loved how you wrote in a zoty tone about being zoty. I don’t know if I explained that right, but I wish I could feel zoty. It reminds me of a combination of sass, confidence, and diva, but the zot (a person who embodies zotiness?) earned her right to be those things, and she doesn’t act arrogant or snobby. If you use this word on the AP Exam, you’ll totally get a 5!
Lauren-
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the final outcome of your word! It's very creative and fits pretty well! Yes, I've experienced this amazing phenomena called postnikepathy several times, whether it would be after a cross country race or a horse show. Heck, I've even felt it after I've done a solo. Right before I go on stage, I'm a complete hot mess. My stomach is in knots while my mind tells me I will fail. Fortunately, once the performance is over with, I'm overwhelmed with being proud, accomplished, excitement, and all things associated with feat. From the start of my solo to the end, which takes usually three minutes, both my thought process and emotions had completely reversed. I had experienced postnikepathy. Although nerves make you feel undeniably awful, they increase adrenaline, and ultimately help you in the long run. I KNOW that you're a hard worker Lauren, for it shows in both your academic and athletic abilities. Even if it's tough, you still manage to pull through and experience that long-anticipated postnikepathy. Besides, I still don't know how you start homework after long hours of swimming practice. I'm sorry about complaining about staying up late all of the time!
Alexis: It's always unfortunate to hear of such sad words, especially from you. I've definitely felt that feeling, and just remember you're never alone. Everyone goes through bad things sometimes, no matter how much they don't deserve. Your word sounded as if it were part of the skeletal structure, which could definitely describe that 'deathly' feeling. Your always so descriptive, and you always know what to say....
ReplyDeleteBut, girl, smile. You'll only grow stronger, I promise.
NO WOMAN NO CRY.
Irriangfrustrahhh! That’s right, a combination between irritated, angry, and frustrated, while allowing for a release at the end. When something makes you really mad, this is the word to use. This outburst of a word I found would be helpful in situations when discussing a certain person that makes me just want to go off. Let’s call him Hippo. Hippo is a boy that likes me. Before I got to know him, I thought that he wasn’t that bad. Give him a chance, I thought. That was the worst idea ever. After a summer of nonstop texting, no matter how mean I was to him (without being too mean, of course), I could NOT get him to back off. I even straight up told him that I didn’t like him. Finally, he started to calm down. I no longer received text messages every waking moment of my life. It was a bit of a relief, but of course, that wasn’t the end of it.
ReplyDeleteIt’s the first day of school. I walk into a particular class and there he is, Hippo, himself. Even worse? The teacher assigned his seat right next to mine. Perfect. It was all starting again. The tapping on my shoulder during class, the stupid comments and questions, and his even his presence began to annoy me to an incredibly high extent. Not only did I have to deal with this, but he’s also a part of the same team as me. At practice, he likes to sit out, go fast when we’re supposed to be cooling down rather than when we’re supposed to go fast, and just play around when SOME people (like myself, maybe) are trying to actually get something accomplished. I hate it when people get in my way when I’m trying to get something done. All the little things that he does just get to me. He takes me to my last nerve. He thinks being extremely excruciatingly annoying is a productive way of flirting. He absolutely gets on my last nerve. He takes me to my limit.
Maegan Reese, I love her. However, she likes to bring up this boy, Hippo. She thinks it’s funny and that I should give him a chance. I think she’s out of her mind.
“How’s Hippo?”
“Not funny.”
“Come on. He’s not that bad. Give him a chance.”
“Maegan.. Really? Don’t even get me started.”
A lot of our conversations on this topic play out just like that. Except that she continues. Just roaring irriangfrustrahhh at the end of each of these conversations would not only accurately express my feelings of irritation, anger, frustration, and just plain rage, but each time it’s said, there’s that shriek at the end that just makes everything better. This jumbled mess of a word precisely portrays the exact feelings I feel within with this boy in mind and I’m sure others can relate.
Jon: I loved your blog! Poopiepoopiefartbutt! Hahaha! Your whole blog was so comical, yet so relatable! You left me laughing. “It must be a combination of the foulest words allowed in a G rated movie.” That was my favorite line! This word although hilarious doesn’t seem to allow me to get out my anger though. On the other hand, it does change the mood to a lighter setting, so mission accomplished!
ReplyDeleteAlix: Good concept. You drew me in with that intro. Too bad it was just a dream! I know exactly what you mean though. It seems as if parents always wake you up when you are reaching the best, most perfect part of any dream. Once I’m up though, I never see it as the same. I never feel like I can ever get back into that moment. Moments like that make me want to use the word that I created, however on a smaller scale. My feelings aren’t that intense!
Kristen: I have these moments all the time! Just the other night, my coach was having a serious talk with the captains about a pretty serious issue. The problem was that he chose to use the word “situation” instead of “issue.” He began with, “So the situation is..” I started flippahilvulsing. Damn Jersey Shore..
Jessie B: Pyheath. I definitely can relate to my younger, younger years when my parents would fill the car up with cigarette smoke, and being forced to stick my head of the window as cold, brash wind presses against my face. I really loved how you thought of pyheath, like wheezing, and a python. Like most people, I used actually etymology, but with your wonderful, golden mind, you created such a word with such creativity.
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ReplyDeletehahah Kaitlin I know! Now every time I look at my brother I think "Pauly D" because that's his name. I love/hate that show at the same time. And I love your use of the word. :)
ReplyDeleteYou know that moment when you feel in synched with another person? That moment where you just think “Wow, this guy/girl gets me. Like really GETS me”? Your heart begins to race, making you feel like idiotic little girl/boys. You feel at peace. You feel understood. No longer do you feel alone in your crazy mind, because there is at least one more person, in the world, whom is just as crazy as you are. Being one of two crazy companions is, a heck of a lot, better than one lonely lunatic.
ReplyDeleteThat moment is so, so…magical? No that’s not the word. “Magical” is cliché and often insinuates that something is fictional or, worse, over exaggerated. That moment is so…beautiful? No. Again “beautiful” is such an overused and shallow word. That moment is so…passicontentloiviwhimous. Yes. It definitely is passicontentloiviwhimous.
“Passicontendloviwhimous” is a combination of all the feelings that one goes through in that moment of “We really are in the same wavelength!” Passi- comes from the word passionate. In that moment, you feel your heart throb in your ears. In that moment, you feel alive. The middle of the word, content, comes from the word, content. DUHHH. When you feel as if you have etched a life long bond with a kindred soul, you are at peace with the world. Wait isn’t that a contradiction? Peace AND passionate? Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Let me elaborate. Though I may be at peace with the way life happens my body does not feel peaceful. My body is passionate (heart racing, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards (I know, ewwww)), yet my mind is content. Did that make sense?
Loivi-is a root that is an extreme form of the word, love. Now, why didn’t I just use the word “love”? “Love” is so overused that it has becoming meaningless, generic. It has lost the deep meaning that it must have had, once upon a time. Now, people say it with out meaning one syllable. “I love you”s or “I love this ...” have been ebbed into our daily ritual. It has become just that: a ritual. In that passicontentloiviwhimous moment, I feel an overwhelming amount of love. Real love. I feel like a puzzle peace that has found another piece to fit in with harmoniously. The suffix (whim) comes from the word, you guessed it, whimsical. That “you get me moment” is often very quirky and occurs because of something silly to the norm, but important to you. For instance, you can show him/her a silly limerick you wrote, that most would laugh off. But he/she reads it and tells you exactly what you were feeling at that moment. Even the dark side that no one took the time to notice.
Be it your best friend or boyfriend, you are bound to have passicontentloiviwhimous moment with at least one person in your life. A true epiphany of “ We were meant to be together.” Romantically or not.
I hate this feeling…yet it is the best feeling. It’s a feeling that fills me up with so much satisfaction, yet leaves me sad and wanting more. It’s an incredibly bittersweet feeling. I can’t describe it, but I’ll give you some examples that I’m sure all of you can relate to.
ReplyDeleteI get this feeling when I come out of the movie theatre. (Only when I see a good movie though.) I get this incredible feeling. I get so inspired and emotional. I feel so much love towards all the amazing people who created such a film. Yet, I feel really sad and empty because I realize that the film is over. There’s no more. (Unless a sequel I guess? Haha)
I just got back from my Disney vacation and it was one of the best times of my life. I had so much fun, and felt like a kid again. I had the chance to go to drawing and animating workshops to learn about the movies and the procedures to create them and was once again inspired. It was one of the best days of my life. I enjoyed every moment, but near the end I had the same feeling. I was glad and thankful for the experience, and glad to get home, but also sad I was leaving and that it was all over. I wanted it to go on forever.
I think the best example that I can give is when I finish an incredible book. It’s the worst feeling. I’m satisfied beyond belief, and happy with the story, but become incredibly depressed because it’s all over with. I especially felt this way after finishing all the Harry Potter books because they were what I looked forward to every night. (I read myself to sleep. Haha) It’s as if I’m content, but also craving for more. The ending to the seventh book was phenomenal, but immediately afterwards I was tearing up! (Wimp.) I don’t know if they were tears of joy or sorrow. Maybe they were a little of both.
It’s such a strange feeling…I don’t think I even described it that well. I don’t know if it’s just me who gets this feeling, but it’s certainly indescribable, but that’s why I chose it. When I get this feeling, what immediately comes to mind is the word bittersweet. Yet, I just don’t see that word giving the emotion justice. It just isn’t good enough!
SO, if I had to make up a word for this feeling, it would be “quasizantific.” Quasi because not only does it remind me of my favorite character, Quasimoto, but its definition is… “Resembling or having a likeness to something; Resembling but not equaling something. Something that appears to be something it is not.
Thanks, Bella! I always love reading your blogs. You're style is like a combination of eccentric and chic and always makes for interesting responses.
ReplyDeleteChrissy: Thanks so much :) I'm glad someone understands the full extent of my word and can share to pure joy of feeling postnikepathy with me!
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ReplyDeleteJourdan Sssss. ^*^*^*^*^*^ Epicly written blog! I love your nike style here. I'm not on any sports teams now but back in the day I played basketball for port and, even though we sucked, I went at it with everything and then some. i can remember running down the court, feeling my calf muscles tighten until they became useless blobs, gasping for air that couldn't get to my lungs, and trying not to beat the crap out of the opposing team. Even after all that I'd be begging to go back in, to take some lesser persons spot on the court and try for those extra points. I'm pretty sure I muttered something along the lines Zughhh at some point.
ReplyDeleteA few weeks ago I’ve had to explain to my very good friend that I had a hard time putting feelings into words, and that, instead, I use art. Art has been my way of expressing those feelings and sensations I simply couldn’t attach words to. But now, with the liberty of creating my own word for my own feelings, I can put my sketchbook aside (for now).
ReplyDeleteThis same friend introduced me to a magical type of music: Trance. He has over ten years of experience with this music, basically making him an expert. When he gave me the first track to listen to he told me, “Don’t just hear trance, listen to it. Feel it. Experience it.” So I listened, felt, and experienced. I was overwhelmed by the sensation that gripped me. It was indescribable.
When I’m immersed in the music, it’s almost like an inescapable dream that I don’t want to escape. Listening to trance takes me to a place beyond the realms of reality; my imagination. My mind dives into its depths, forgetting my surroundings, forgetting what I was doing, everything in slow motion. It’s an almost liberating sensation. I’m free from everything; floating and flying in the waves of beautiful emotion expressed in the music. I feel the music and flow along with it in the endless expanse of my imagination.
The best way to describe this feeling is that it’s an Imagience. It’s a combination of the uniqueness of the imagination, the beautiful, passionate mysticalness of magic, and the powerful sensation of experience. Together it describes exactly how I feel when I’m consumed my trance.
Kaitlin H:
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: That was hilarious. Your word is an accurate combination of all the emotions that play out when I think of people like “Hippo”. It’s good that you allow room for the “ahhhh”s though. Your life would be immensely stressful if you have no release. As for “Hippo”, just ignore him. Better yet, flip him off. If he’s stopping you from accomplishing something important to you, well then he has become more than just a nuisance. That’s when he is considered a problem.
Deanna N.
Comment 2
: I love minimax. You are so right!! Big has such a bad connation. As soon as you say you have a big blank, you know you are in deep doodey. Either you are going to face a very witchy freak out from a girl or the cold shoulder from a guy ( sorry for being sexist, but that is the case most of the time). I think I am going to use that word from now on.
To Megan Sherman
Comment 3 :
Megan, Nogent is pretty epic!! It is the favorite made up words of all times. Don’t say you are dumb. You are a very smart girl. Everyone has nogents ever now and again. Those moments don’t determine how smart you are. Don’t look down on yourself so much. You are perfect as you are, nogin and all.
Part One
ReplyDeleteThe phone call is embedded into my memory and can never be erased.
Summer days began dwindling, which drew mandatory cross country practices into focus. I an avid runner was thoroughly excited for mandatory practices not only for the running/ working out purposes but also because it was the first time all summer I was going to see one of people I am closet too Coach Clark. Monday marked the first day of mandatory’s and yet I my spirits were high for this season I was already had committed to a previous obligation of babysitting that day and had to miss the practice. Coach Clark of course when I told her this was understandable considering she knew I would be at ever other one. Though I missed out on that day of practice, cross country was my main focus that entire day.
Babysitting that day I was physical and mentally drained but was quite jovial because of the smooth sailing type of babysitting day I was experiencing. Then, I remember my phone ringing and I picked it up I identified the voice instantly. It was Coach Clark, and I at the time I thought nothing of the significance of the call, just believing that she wanted to chit chat about the practice I sadly had to miss, but unfortunately this however was not the case.
“ Brynne, I not coaching anymore,” our the only words I had to hear that left me dead in my tracks. Though, emotions were exploding numerously inside but I remained silent. I felt abandoned, upset but most significantly I felt undoubtedly lost. Ms. Clark, was and still is my best friend, she knows everything about me, always is interested in what I have to say, gives me confidence, never judges me and always is there with a genuine grin on her face at the end of everyone of our races. Whenever I was in her company I felt like I belonged somewhere like my opinion mattered. 213, became like my second home as I frequently visited her ranting and seeking comfort but realizing it was going to stop and once again felt beyond lost.
Though she promised that everything would be the same I knew in the back of my mind it would never be the same. I tried desperately to be happy for her but in my heart I wasn’t because I was lost because I depended on her. The day she left, I realized that I lost a part of me and without her in 213 or at the finish line at my races I felt abandoned, but most of all I feel like everything had changed which left me lost. I guess the synonym to describe being abandoned by the one person who promised she would always be there is “lost.” Though lost is the exact word I would pinpoint as how I felt that day she told me and now after her departure, but I feel it doesn’t hold enough connotation to fit my scenario
Part 2
ReplyDeleteFor instance, though not as intense, it’s similar to someone close to your heart suddenly and tragically dying. That is the moment that you our left speechless, but what you feel is lost because that person you thought would be their forever has gone. This feeling is so deep that “lost” doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel at this moment in time. What you feel is a word called “leechlesse.” The reason why is I feel that a leech is something that depends and also takes a part of you that you will feel like you will never obtain again. The less represents how lost but my deep emotions of abandonment and I feel less connected to the school and cross country with her gone. The extra e is for character.
Though I know longer feel as lost as I once did I am glad to identify the feeling I feel every time pass 213 or he not being my coach anymore, but most of all how she left Oakcrest forever even though she promised she wouldn’t. I feel utterly leechlesse knowing that 213 will never be the same and she will never be my coach ever again.
Robby -
ReplyDeleteHah I suppose so. Just like how some people tend to dislike certain words due to associated emotion, that's one that I wouldn't want to be reminded of, no matter what reflection could bring me.
Bella -
Thank you. :) Hah I'm trying.
Drenched in sweat from the seemingly impossible six hour field hockey practice, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Still sipping the last ounce of my water, I turned abruptly to see a tall figure looking down at me. With the inescapable new girl status lingering around me, every other girl felt comfortable arguing and talking to the coach. I, however, sat quiet as the youngest newest girl. I never talked to the girls or the coach. (Yes, believe it or not I am shy.) As the figure began to speak I only sat in awe wondering why he chose to address me. He played on the national team, and coached at Penn State. There was no comparing our play, he was amazing and I had the honor of being coached by him.
ReplyDeleteHe stared me straight in the eye and said, “I had my doubts, but you have what it takes.” I just looked, speechless. What did I have? He proceeds, “I have made some calls, and quite frankly received some calls, and they want you.” I was confused, who wants me? I just looked and he knew he had to continue, “Division one Kelsey, they want you. You can do it.” I have never been filled with so many emotions, I was befuddled, excited, flabbergasted, nervous, and shocked. Yet again I just stood there. My coach kept the comments coming, “I’ve done my research and you’re grades are excellent, just keep up all the hard work, it’s paying off.” He waited for me to respond. I really thought I was going to throw up, I had never been so nervous to speak; it was as if the next words that came out were going to decide if I live or die.
I still couldn’t speak, and my coach began to laugh. I looked back and said, “Okay, cool.” Now if you realize how amazing this event is, you will find it pretty funny that my two word response explained absolutely nothing about what I wanted to say. I wanted to give him the greatest bear hug ever and explain how amazed I was at how much my hard work has paid off. He started to walk away until he turned back and said, “They’re watching you.” As creepy as that may sound, I knew what he meant. My feet became glued to the floor. I was at a loss for words.
This would have been a perfect time to just yell out ‘flappaflop’. Which of course just means passion. When I first created this word, I wanted something that stuck out when you said it. In my opinion, that’s mission accomplished. Step two; I wanted a word that could be portrayed as both good and bad. Flappa, reminded me of a bird flapping its wings so hard to get there and knowing when he does his everything was worth it. It shows the feeling of accomplishment which is one of the greatest feelings alive. Flop, means that when we receive something good, there always is a little nervousness involved and it is possible to fall or flop. ‘Flappaflop’ all of the nerves and excitement wrapped into one word.
Lauren Day ^*^*^*^*^ Postnikepathy...I think I've used that. not in a pool, but in the show ring for riding. I tend to expect the worst, kind of like you did, so I was very prepared for my horse to bolt at any moment, but pleasantly enough he behaved and we did fantastic. That feeling of "Oh my God I'm actually accomplishing this" is one of the greatest feelings in the world and I think your word is constructed very well. I just threw together two words. You made them flow much better!
ReplyDeleteAs I sit here, I am trying so hard to think of some situation to write about. It’s nine thirty at night, and I’m sitting at my computer screen, about to start a butt load of homework for about three or four classes. Wonderful! I’m kind of annoyed from this, because I have gotten maybe two hours of sleep each night for the past three nights. I am tired. Also, I’m pretty beat up from crew practice these last two days. It’s some pretty intense stuff we’re doing! Plus, I’m uber pissed about stupid freaking AP C*** (I know you don’t like too much cursing Bunje, so I left that last word out) and my terrible, terrible grade in there.
ReplyDeleteWe’ve all gotten like this, where we get frustrated, and stressed, and tired to the point where it feels as if actually doing anything is out of the question. This type of situation is accompanied by apathy, short-temperedness, and maybe even physical symptoms (mostly from the stress part) including headaches, neck or back aches, stomach aches, or soreness. So what exactly are we feeling?
APOYSTRESSFRUSTRADY.
Pronounced “ah-poi-stress- frust- rad-ie,” this word is simply a combination of a lot of the words listed above. It’s when you get so frustrated and stressed and annoyed that you clench your fists, exclaim something similar to “ughhh,” “errrrrrr,” or “gahhhhh” (this is much easier to understand in person rather than writing!) and you are at a loss of words for why that is. You may not even understand why you are in a mood such as this; it could be a combination of many factors, it could be from a bad hangover (adults only, of course), or, it could just be a Monday morning at Oakcrest High School.
Maybe people lose their trains of thought or lose sight of the word they are looking for simply because there are so many overwhelming feelings going on at once. If you were just stressed, you could still say things like “ughhh,” “errrrrrr,” or “gahhhhh,” but you can easily say “I’m stressed.” Have you ever noticed when you are complaining, or ranting, and the phrase “I’m stressed, angry, tired, annoyed, and ahhhh!” comes out of your mouth? Or how about when you are chatting with someone on the internet, and you type “I’m so asdfghjkl!” or even just a “!#$!@#!”? All of these moments can easily be translated to “I’m so apoystressfrustradied!” Yes, it is a long word. No, it’s not hard to remember. And yes, I am probably going to be saying this for the rest of my high school and possibly college careers. “Apoystressfrustrady” IS the new “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” and I’m not afraid to say it!
Chrissy- Your blog was perfectly written and made totally sense to me. I think that it relates to a lot of people that feel that way when they are with a certain group of friends. Yeah, and I totally thought of the trix bunny when I read your blog!!
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ReplyDeleteYour blog really pulled me in and held my attention until I had to finally (and sadly) admit it was over. Your beginning example was awesome and I knew exactly what feeling you were talking about the whole time. I can tell you really thought about what you picked, because it isn't an obvious choice but it's still an amazing one.
Simon
A lot of words about the "thing" are really vague and undefinable (like soul, core, or even quality). I'm impressed that you went for an abstract idea, instead of a feeling that most people experience. You should definetly start telling people that you believe in Qucorism, then pretend to be really insulted when they don't know what it is.
Years ago, maybe six years ago, I witnessed someone take their own life.
ReplyDeleteIt was a normal day; I went to my neighbor’s house to hang out. On that particular day he had a friend over, a friend I had never met before or even heard of, a complete stranger. So, as it would happen, we all played together, you know, the juvenile play that so thoroughly entertains all children around the age of ten. We ran around, we played video games, we had an enjoyable time. The boy who I had never met and I became friends rather quickly. I opened up to him rather quickly, as if he was my friend all along. Maybe this is a fallacy; maybe I didn’t connect so closely with him, but the events that occurred that day lead me to believe so, to want to believe so.
We were playing in the back yard, fooling around, nothing seemingly foreboding occurred to me. My friend went inside to grab something, believe his shoes, and I was left with my new friend. After awhile I started back to see what was taking my neighbor so long. As I began to walk towards the front of the house, I looked back and witnessed an act of what was labeled suicide. The boy had stood on top of a small table and wrapped a chain that hung from a tree around his neck. I walked to his limp and lifeless body and proceeded to immediately run in the house and try to get aide, but alas, it was too late, the boy was dead.
The feeling I can easily describe in this situation is helplessness. Not helpless for myself, but an extreme sense of helplessness expressed by the boy who, at such a young age, hanged himself. Why? Why did he take his own life? Were things truly that bad, at that young an age that one would be persuaded to take their own life? Is it possible in this world that someone so young should be forced to commit suicide? These questions are one’s I have tried to answer for years. This sense of despair, of utter powerlessness is one that has haunted me since the tragic event. Yet, these words can’t describe something of that nature. Despair, anguish, hopelessness, none of these words can describe the feelings I associate with this event. No word I could even create would even suffice, but due to the requirements of this assignment, I will create one. Deshollowfication, the state of being in immeasurable despair, eventually leading to a sense of hollow contemplation. Life is truly a privilege, something that can never be taken for granted, never be wasted. I would hope that no one will ever have to experience Deshollowfication, or anything even remotely similar to it.
Paola - We would be safe, suspense of watching water rape the walls, floors, and furniture, and fear of what was going to happen. It really is indescribable. The only word that comes to mind is appraidupse. This word combines everything I was feeling, from suspense, apprehension, and fear.
ReplyDeleteYou already know this, but you have such a strong and spunky personality. This shines through your passionate writing. I can really relate to your word because I had a similar experience with a car accident. You really described my exact feelings. Excellent, excellent, excellent!
Alix- Oh, man. I can relate so much. We're bros after all, so I'm not surprised. As always, written quite well. I always had this rule that when I'm woken up from a really amazing dream, I can't sit up in my bed right away or else all the memories of that dream will come pouring out of my ears!
Jon- You're such a poopiepoopiefartbutt for making fun of my GRANDMA. hahaha. I did enjoy your response though. I believe that when people get to that type of boiling point, they almost revert back to a childish state. I know that when I get that angry, I end up crying like a baby, or in my sister's case... she throws a childish tantrum. So, a word that has the word "poopie" in it fits!
We all know those people we never want to see. The ones that we avoid eye-contact with in the hallways and pretend we don't notice in the mall. Well how about we take it to the next level? For reasons of which I will not discuss there is a certain person, who is several years older than me, that I can not bare the sight of. In fact, I've cut pretty much all contact with him off, because interaction with him makes me sick to my stomach. I had gone quite a long time without seeing or hearing from him until just before Thanksgiving break. I saw him from a distance and my palms started to sweat, then I realized being in closer proximity with him would soon be unavoidable. Within minutes he was standing there, talking to the people next to me. I ignored him and hid my emotions as best as I could, but I could feel my knees buckle and my hands shake. My throat felt like it was closing on itself and and in the pit of my stomach this unexplainable, gut wrenching feeling started to swell and expand through the rest of my body. This was like nothing I've ever experienced before.
ReplyDeleteWhen I retold this story to my friends I had a hard time explaining what I had felt. Anxiety was not strong enough of a word. Anxiety is what you feel before doing something you don't believe you're ready for. Anxiety does not compare to what ever I had felt. I have been anxious before, but I had never felt something like this. I found myself telling my friends, "It felt like I was going to have a panic attack," but that didn't quite fit either. First of all, I wasn't having a panic attack. Second, "like a panic attack," seems too physical, this was an extreme emotion I was feeling, not an ailment. Third, that phrase is too long, I need a single word to describe this feeling. Now I have come up with that word, somiterrible. It combines the words soul, vomit, and terrible. I used soul and vomit because you feel like you're going to be sick, but it feels so much deeper than just a bodily reaction. You feel like you're very core is sick. I added terrible to the end because it was an experience unlike any other emotion I've felt. It effected every part of me, and it's not something I want to go through again. It also shows that someone had enough of an effect on me to put me through that, and I never want someone to have that power over me again.
Have you ever been in a situation where everything seems to be going perfectly fine, and then it all just collapses? I have, and I’m sure almost everyone has. Two summers ago, I was relaxing at home playing video games when all of a sudden my mom started complaining of severe stomach pains. I thought it would just go away, as similar things have happened before, but it didn’t. She was soon writhing on the couch and had to be rushed to the hospital. Upon arrival, it was determined that she had severe swelling of the intestinal lining (or something like that) and these things called adhesions, and they were very quickly killing her. They had to do emergency surgery, removing a large part of her intestines (much of which had already been removed due to another incident many years ago). From what the doctors and my mother told us, it seemed very unlikely that she would make it through.
ReplyDeleteI began to bawl my eyes out. The thought of my life without my mother was too much to bear, and for it to happen so suddenly would have been a traumatic incident indeed. For the next few weeks, I could barely go about normal life, too distressed by the critical condition my mother was in. During those weeks, I visited my mother a few times, scared by what I saw each time. With tubes protruding from every possible location and IVs in her arms, it looked like death itself was staring back at me when I went to see her. I was scared. In an effort to comfort her, we had a mini-birthday party in her room (as it was my birthday while she was in the hospital and we didn’t want her to feel bad about missing it). I tried to act happy, like nothing was wrong, but I couldn’t hold back the tears. We had to leave very quickly because I was a wreck.
However, my mother is a fighter, and she made it through. She is now totally healthy (except for pre-existing conditions) and is back to running every aspect of my life. This was by far the worst experience in life so far, and I am extremely happy she is back with us again. Situations like these are the ones that, for me, are the hardest to describe. Hell on earth doesn’t do the situation justice at all. I’ve had trouble even thinking of a made up word to describe it, and at first I thought: Aaagghhhh (in a voice that is also indescribable with words). Situations like these bring out such raw emotion that they can never be adequately expressed in words, and Aaagghhhh seems to represent raw emotion more than anything to me, but I guess it isn’t really a word, so I suppose distraughtamorbidicism will have to do. Distraughtamorbidicism is when someone is so overcome with emotion from the impending death of a loved one that they cannot think or go about daily activities. I hope that none of you reading this will have to experience this any time soon, but if you ever do, I suppose you (and I) now have a word to describe it.
P.S. I just wish I could come up with a word like antidisestablishmentarianism, but oh well.
KTG:
ReplyDeleteI've never known what to call it, but I get that feeling all the time! I felt the same exact way after finishing the Harry Potter books because it was something that had always been there. I grew up reading the book that was out and anxiously awaiting the next one, and then when I finished the seventh book I realized it was all over. It was amazing while it lasted, and I'm thankful I experienced it, but now it's done.
Lauren- That is totally how I feel before every cross country meet. It's strange because in my instances I get super nervous and feel so nauseous but as soon as I finish that race I feel as though it wasn't that big of a deal and wonder to myself why I was every nervous in the first place. Yeah, that is totally the perfect word and girl that is awesome on how well you finally did finishing that tough fete. I am from now before my cross country races going to say that is how I feel! Thanks girl!
ReplyDeleteAlexis: My heart twinged when I read your post. I have felt this exact same way in the past, the recent past. I can completely and utterly relate to everything you described and it was this post that inspired me to write mine as I did. I thought for a good half hour about what whimsical memory I could use to create a word that can truly describes something I went through. I realized that it's not alweays the happy moments that define the way one feels. Life lessons, in my opinion, can be learned much easier in a tragic or bleak situation. I was touched to read your post and be completely connected with it. Thank You.
ReplyDeleteJustin H:
ReplyDeleteThat's horrible. I can't imagine ever seeing something like that. It's really a shame whenever anything like that happens, and I also hope that no one ever has to experience that.
Alix L:
ReplyDeleteI hate that feeling, especially right after you wake up and you try to get the dream back. It always seems to happen during our best dreams, right before something amazing is about to happen, and never during the dreams we wish we could wake up from.
Justin: Oh my god! That’s horrible! Reading your blog actually made me upset a little. I’m sorry that you had to lose your friend, that must have been hard. But on a much lighter note, no matter how dark the definition may be, I think your word sounds totally cool!
ReplyDeleteKTG: I think I can relate to that feeling! But not as strongly haha. Bittersweet is one of my favorite words ever, but your word might just replace that, it is too awesome and snazzy. I like it I like it!
Brynne: I think your word is perfect for that feeling. The way you included the example of losing someone close to you really touched me, since I just recently lost my uncle, and it really helped to define your word. It is, by the way, really creative and sounds cool when you say it out loud!
Last year, after weeks of preparation, studying, research and review, I earned myself a 5 on the AP Gov exam. It felt more like just some small, unexciting gift from the College Board than a major milestone in my educational life, but nonetheless, it was something to gloat about. It was something to feel good about. The only problem was that I just didn't feel as good about it as I thought I would. I mean, this is the god damn AP exam, the thing that's supposed to be the ultimate indicator of my ability in this area, and I aced it! I got the highest score possible: a 5, considered “extremely well-qualified,” in a class that most people considered to be of a 12th grade level. Why wasn't I excited?
ReplyDeleteMost people know I can come off as a pretty unexcitable person, but that's just how I look. I'm not big into emotions and such, but that doesn't mean I can't feel them. At least, I thought that didn't mean I can't feel them. Lately, I've just been feeling rather unimpressed by many of my minor achievements. Good test grades make me feel little difference from bad test grades anymore. Craig James didn't kill me in football practice today. In fact, I made a few good plays on him. I made some people laugh today. I destroyed people that I've never met on video games that I don't even like. And on top of all that I didn't fail my Calc Test. Those, especially the last one, should have me happy beyond my wildest imagination; I should be bouncing off the walls with excitement, but I'm not. Little things that used to make me happy now pass by me like nothing. I still notice them, but I just don't care about them anymore. Maybe I'm more content with life than I was before, or maybe I'm just too distracted with other things. Those two seem like the most likely culprits of my boredom, that I can think of.
Anyway, synonym....
The best way I could think of describing these little events that I think should inspire me more than they do now is just as “awesome.” Pretty crappy word, I think. I think it implies too much about said events, like they've just changed the world or something. They don't matter to anyone else but me, but I still feel like they affect me, or at least used to affect me, so I think they should be called something a little more...unique, like “Kyle-tastic” or something. I don't like that sound of that, using my name as a prefix just sounds weird, but whatever. It works, right? It applies to me, has nothing to do with anything else but me, and probably only I would use it. It supposed to describe things that only deal with me, so why not?
-Jon W.
ReplyDeleteWell that just made my day. I, in my half-sleeping level of consciousness that propels me through the day, almost fell out of my chair laughing. Though I don't think calling a teacher a Poopiepoopiefartbutt would really make them think of you as a mature individual.
-Simon V.
So is Qucorism like a belief system or your word for souls or spirits like you were talking about earlier? I guess I could understand it either way, but I never liked having the thought of people being defined by a spirit or some supernatural core inside them. Why should I think like that when I could be at least a little optimistic and say that I can just adapt to different circumstances and don't have to run with any core set of beliefs for too long.
-Dylan M.
Well that sure was descriptive. I don't think I could've provided a better description for anything I think is even remotely beautiful. Anyway, how do you pronounce your word? With four syllables(i think), which one's are stressed and which are not? It looks like a really good word, like something I'd actually use, but I would have no clue how to sound it out.
Lucas! Mad props for using antidisestablishmentarianism =] haha i love that word.
ReplyDeleteMeg Sherm:
ReplyDeleteBahahahaha! Your post was so funny. I was skimming the blog, saw nogent and immediately thought of that using your “nogin.” I thought the word was absolutely perfect! We all have those moments, even those of use who aren’t blonde. I feel like this is word equally makes fun of everyone, opposed to just attacking you blondes haha. Fair is fair.
Kaitlin:
I completely understand how you feel! This one kid would text me all the time! He even would call at absurd hours like um 3 in the morning…RIDICULOUS!!!!! It was not until, he texted and I said I had no idea who Taylor was, that I was Sarah from California, that he finally stopped. It was brilliant. So I definitely feel for you. But I do love your word, the ending, perfect for yelling out and throwing your hands in the air completely displays that irritated an frustrated emotion!
Bella:
Though it took me quite a few tries to get the pronunciation…ok I still can’t say it right, but that’s not the point…I was completely perplexed as to why you’d choose this feeling =p. I thought it was really cute and very relevant to you right now. You’ll certainly get lots of use out of this word!
Roo:
ReplyDeleteDUDE…I love your word. It describes the feeling so well. I never thought of a word for the feeling other than indescribable, but that doesn’t really describe the feeling so others can understand. I’m sorry, but funny thing is, knowing you and your dyslexia, you probably can’t pronounce a word you made up yourself :P
Sarah L:
As I read your blog, I realized how well you described the sensation of fainting. It’s hard to put into words something that confuses the body and mind, but you did it. I also like the meaning behind your word “aveam.” I can see the connection between the sensation and the word.
Robby:
I like your word a lot…actually I liked your blog a lot. I understood it after reading it a few times, but it was very well written. I can see “dawning” be used as a noun in the near future because it fits the phenomena very well.
Gwen C:
ReplyDeleteI felt something like this on New Year's (both Day and Eve). At first I felt totally empty and alone, and then that spurred on feelings of guilt, confusion, anxiety, and, it seems like, a thousand other emotions, all at once! So you aren't alone! I know exactly what you're talking about. It's almost as if you mind is storing up emotions and then lets them all out at the same time.
Bella: I enjoyed your post and the description you gave. It made me feel happy just thinking about the situation you described and the word you created. I enjoy the natural-ness you show in this post. I could easily picture you describing this in the exact same way out loud, in person.
ReplyDeleteDylan: I enjoyed reading your post and thinking to myself that you would never say this to me in person. Your post conveyed your word well and I could easily picture the things you described. And on top of that, your word made me laugh, in a good way. I envy you for seeing such natural beauty in the world around us. Your descriptions were well written and I enjoyed your post.
Jon W:
ReplyDeleteUp until this point in the year, I had never actually laughed at a blog post until now. Thanks for that. It was also pretty obvious that you wrote your post when I read it. I could definitely hear your voice in your writing.
Kristen D:
That story about the Verizon guy was pretty funny when you told it to me on the bus. Also, I remember how you always used to (and occasionally still do) call my head shape "squarular".Your point about the word circular definitely makes sense, although I suppose it's like how the plural of goose is geese, but the plural of moose isn't meese. Oh well.
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ReplyDeleteKyle S:
ReplyDeleteWell, I've witnessed you destroy those people you don't even know on games you don't even like, and it was rather Kyle-tastic. However, you seemed pretty happy about your 5 when you were rubbing it in my face because I got a 4. Maybe you were just doing that to try to make yourself feel good about it? Either way, you should feel good about it, and you have every right to brag. Enjoy accomplishing things.