Let me take you to a place you may have been countless times in your life--I know I have. Your telling someone--your best friend, significant other, parent, teacher or whatever--a story. It's a great story, rife with vivid imagery and catchy dialogue and suspense and just...well, all the hallmarks of a great story. And then, you get to the best part, the juiciest detail, the apex of this recount that is going to knock your listener right on his or her butt, and you are trying to describe this one moment...and you can't think of the word to give that moment its due justice.
You are literally stumped for a word and you end up going with some lame synonym that pops into your head (probably from Bunje's damn SAT Vocab list) but you know that your story falls flat because that was SO not the word you wanted. Ever happen to you? Why, do you think?
Well, I have a theory. It's in its nascent stages, but a theory nonetheless. I have procured said theory by perusing ( a word that does not mean what many of you think it means, incidentally) The Global Language Monitor. 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.
SIDEBAR: 1,035,877.3 (January 1, 2016 estimate) Go here to learn more: http://www.languagemonitor.com/
Know what the millionth word was?? "Octomom." Such a disappointment. Which is just one more posit to the idea that popular culture is the crux of societal knowledge. (If the blog had emojis, I'd put the one that looks like it is contemplating something, here)
Anyway, 1,000,000 is a pretty impressive number by any standard, especially when you consider that the French Language has fewer than 100,000 words total. The average human has approximately 14,000 words in his or her repertoire. Shakespeare had 24,000--1,700 of which he made up--floating around his brilliant brain. Man, I love that guy.
So, all this to say..what? Well, even with all of those words zooming through the ether, the bottom line is there is sometimes no word to describe, define, pinpoint or whatever, the "undefinable." That's why we can't finish the story in the scenario I mentioned earlier. Undefinable words usually fall into one of three categories: feelings, abstract concepts and phenomena.
When I say feelings, I mean like, that sensation that washes over you the first warm day after a long, cold winter when you are driving in a car with all the windows down and radio tuned into your favorite song. Or, the feeling you get when you just get your crush's phone number and you're staring at your cell phone, sweating, pacing, wondering if you should start to text.
Occasionally, mixed in with feelings are some abstract concepts, like the idea of strength, character, courage etc.
And I know we have all experiences some weird phenomena-type occurrences that we write off as "coincidence" which is a catch-all word that doesn't really encapsulate the notion that, for example, when someone you know gets pregnant suddenly all you see are pregnant women or maternity stores or baby paraphernalia. Or, when you buy a new car you begin to notice that there are 4 of that same car within a mile of your house.
All of these things and so many more, despite the much-vaunted number the GLM is broadcasting about the English Language, simply do not have a word that really captures the essence of their true meaning.
That is, until this blog.
Your task this week, Langers, is to put a word to those notions, concepts, feelings and/or phenomena. So, first I want you to think of one of those moments--the feelings, concepts or phenomena that you personally have experienced. Then, I would like you to talk about the "synonym" that would closely describe it, even though you know in your heart that synonym doesn't do it justice. Then, in a whimsical fit of language acquisition, I want you to MAKE UP a word that would better describe what you're talking about. Hell, if Mary Poppins can do it, why can't we? :)
Even though the English language has over a million words in its reserve, my favorite word is Swedish. This is fitting because I like Scandinavian governments much more than the United States because they actually care about their people. Anyway, “mÃ¥ngata” is a Swedish noun referring to the reflection of the moon off of the ocean, but the best part about it is that the first “a” in the word has a circle on top, and I find that amazing. Geometry and linguistics go perfectly together.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite Latin word is “ancilla”, which means “slave-woman”. I use that word in just about all the Latin stories I write in Mrs. Kennedy’s class, and the word almost brings a smile to my face whenever I hear it. The Romans obviously cared a lot about their women to give their women slaves their own special word, which is much better than the male slave word, “servus”. The much-needed English word I would create comes from “ancilla”. The word is an adjective: “ancillient”. The word would mean “the feeling that a mother experiences when she feels as though she is a slave to her children and is married to a man who offers no help with parenting.”
Mothers would use this word often in conversations with their children. For example, let us say that a stupid kid with an abnormally large head, eyes spread too far apart, and the brain of koala which urges him to do nothing but sit on the couch and eat eucalyptus and other plants from the family “myrtaceae”, named Zachary, is getting on his mother’s nerves. He asked for a hot dog. She gave him a hot dog. But he did not want a hot dog, he wanted macaroni and cheese! She gets him macaroni and cheese, but it is not the kind he wanted; plus, there is a hair in it and he wants Grape Kool-Aid. Normally, the mother would say, “Who the Hell do you think I am, your slave?” To this, Zachary would normally offer one of two responses: either “yes”—a response to which the mother would offer with a good ol’ fashion ass-whoopin’—or “slaves worked on farms and picked cotton balls; you don’t pick cotton balls”—which is Zachary’s way of calling out the mother on her exaggeration. However, when the word “ancillient” comes into widespread use, the mother could tell Zachary, “You are making me very ancillient!” which Zachary would have no clue how to respond to because he does not know what “ancillient” means. Instead of responding, Zachary would sit in confusion, such a deep confusion, in fact, that he would not ask for any more food. Thus, the mother’s ancillience would disappear while her child starves to death.
This is quite paradoxical. When a mother uses the word “ancillient” to describe her feelings to her kids, they shut up and the ancillience goes away. To describe this phenomenon, the word “matricidness”, from the Latin for “mother” (“mater, matris”), would be used. “Matricidness” would be a noun referring to the relief a mother feels when she is no longer ancillient, that is, when she no longer feels as though she is a slave-woman to her children. Therefore, when the word “ancillient” is used by an angry mother, her children stop bugging her, causing her ancillience to wane as her matricidness grows.
The closest synonym to “ancillient” is “unappreciated”, as an ancillient mother feels as though she is a slave to her children who care not for her. The closest synonym to “matricidness” is “un-unappreciation”, as the feeling of unappreciation accompanying ancillience has disappeared.
In society, it is assumed children should love their families. Now, I love my parents and brother with all my soul, but my extended family, that's a different story. Before I blindly gave them my love, but now I find myself questioning if I should give it to them. Whenever I’m with my cousins, or grandparents, or uncle and aunt, I cringe internally eternally. (hehe, I thought that was clever) My aunt only wants to talk about all my cousins are accomplishing and she never remembers what I tell her. I must have told her four times we were doing The Little Mermaid this year and every time she would say, “Oh wow, how exciting. Did you know (my cousin’s name) is doing it this year too?” On top of this, she then declined my invitation to the event because her boys have a camping trip this weekend with the Scouts, never mind I have never heard either of the boys say anything about them enjoying the camping. My cousins are 12 and 14, both boys. So one is always playing video games and the other always reads. I'm always incredibly bored and out of place at any of my aunt’s parties, not to mention she invited her ginormous family, who have no relation to me, making it more awkward. And then there are my grandmom and my almost step-grandfather. They are both stubborn. I think they are too judgmental for their own good. With all of them altogether, there are strange feelings in my heart. On one hand, they are family and I think I love them. On the other hand, their behavior disappoints me, and frankly, sometimes it's utterly unbearable.
ReplyDeleteIf emotions were color coded, this would be like a mustard yellow; a little bit of nostalgia, but not pleasant. At first, I would call it melancholy that I no longer belong with my family (or maybe they don’t belong with me). But that’s not quite right. It’s more than just missing simpler times. I’m pretty ticked off with the lot of them. Hispanic culture is all about how family is the most important, but that makes them hypocrites if that’s what they want to preach. Just because they are up in New York while we are down here doesn’t mean they should ignore us. I shall call this feeling of your biological family not living up to your ideals of a true family “genefailir”. Failure comes from Old French “failir”- to fail. So the word is saying “gene failure”. It’s not so much that the genetics are failing, but the people who are supposed to be your family do not live up to your hopes and dreams. Now when I come back from trips to New York sighing “What genefailir!”, you all will know something went wrong that weekend.
Immediately after reading this blog I thought about sports. Every athlete has had an injury on the field whether it was getting the wind knocked out of them, or pulling a muscle, maybe even just a hard fall. Of course, with my elite balance and skill all three have occurred to me but in those moments there was nothing I wanted more than to continue. Continue, playing with my team and not letting anyone down. I never wanted to stop there have been times where I’ve been tripped and fell hard and I just got up without a second thought and dull aches. Then there are times when my coach has piggy backed me off the field. The embarrassment was probably more painful than the fall but all in all it was horrific. As usual, I tried to run it off but i couldn’t even stand the fall left me unable to even buckle my knee and stand which is what led my coach to believe it was time to pick me up, I would’ve preferred to crawl. The second I was sat down on the bench I begged to go back on the field. Despite the pure agony I felt at that moment my only desire was to play again.
ReplyDeleteMy synonym for this feeling would most likely be “desperate.” I feel like it was much more than desperation, it was desperation fused with pure pain, and knowing it will only inflict more pain upon myself.
After, thinking long and hard i think a ship-name would be best. The ship-name or, portmanteau will be between “desperate” and “agony,” The result is, despragony. There’s nothing like that feeling and hopefully I’ll never have to through it again whether it be sports or anything else. I did however experience despragony today when Janet picked my face apart but i just had to remember beauty is pain and how bad I wanted the clear skin.
This blog is so me, you might as well use your @ button ;)
ReplyDeleteI like to make up words on the daily. You can peep any of my words either in an AP essay, text messages(if you can understand what I’m typing), just in general conversation or when I’m trying to sound smart when I really have no idea what I’m saying half the time. I just say whatever comes to my mind at that second and if there's 2 words, no big deal, combine them. I don’t really pay attention to words sometimes and how they should properly be used aka if it's a verb or noun or adjective. My first paper due in AP Lang, my thesis statement consisted of the word “imagreically” which means basically imaginging through description. I thought it sounded smart and I guess not. I do that a lot but that's really the point of this blog.
This one time came into my mind when I read this. One day, my best friend, Haley, was having a rough day barely got any sleep, poor girl. It was finally 8th period and I started recording and said “Haley are you having a blessitful day?” and she just looked at me and said “no”. I have the video for back up too!!!I usually make up words like that when I’m trying to describe my reaction to things or in this case I was trying to brighten Hale’s day. I guess. In a way. I really don’t have a reason I make up words but I do it sooooo often. I put an emphasis on the menaing that never really works. I still use that word to describe something positive, even though no one really knows what it means, to me, it just reminds me of being blessed. The word just sounds so happy and reminds me of the video of me smiling and Haley looking at me like I’m illiterate. It's like saying nice or good, just in my form. This probably makes no sense to anyone and obviously not to google because “imagreically” and “blessitful” are the only words underlined in red but just wait on it, these words I say will make it big one day.
Also, I like to use the word legiterally way too much. That is my go to word when I’m arguing. I say “Like legiterally” probably every other sentecne in an argument. Basically it means seriously, but is consisted of the words “legit”, “seriously”, and “really”. It's kinda crazy but it's my favorite word. After Shmoneyyyy and me saying “Oh sharts” or “nuttiful”--again added the stupid “ful” on the end for no reason, that just means crazy. I really love making up words because no one understands me so I can make up my own meaning. I can describe any situation how I want to and I suggest everyone to start doing this. It widens your vocabulary past SAT Vocab.
So let’s start off by revealing a not-so-hidden fact about myself. I am, maybe the worst person at creative word play. It does not come easy or truthfully, there is no light to that light bulb whatsoever. Catch phrases, cute sayings and word creation sadly are talents I do not attain. Quotes, sayings catch phrases others have said, you name it I will recite it. However I understand that moment that we all know filled with abstract emotions and smells that somehow don’t belong but connect perfectly. It’s a weird feeling that washes over you and suddenly before you even know it your mind goes blank and you’re at a loss for the right words. It’s like the intensity of that one moment yanked the words out of your head and all that’s left is a bunch of useless, jumbled words that couldn’t even begin to recount what happened with enough force for the other person to understand the significance.
ReplyDeleteStrangely enough I encountered one of those moments not once but TWICE in one day. Ill set the scene as best as I can but you know it’s one of those things, you didn’t just have to be there you had to be me. Me with my- oh so wonderful social graces that lead always lead me straight into a ditch rather than digging me out. Anyway my usual Saturdays consist of sitting alone at Starbucks reading or doing the endless homework we are supplied. Nevertheless it’s kind of peaceful and nice to get out of the house even if I just stare at the doors opening and closing. But now since stage crew takes most of my Saturday, which I’m not complaining about either because painting is kind of relaxing as well, however I could do without Clark’s comments, I now spend my Sundays at BAM. And feel like a traitor each time, mind you I only started going because a friend studies there and so the companies nice once in a while. Even though we end up either talking about some ridiculous life theory or blankly staring at our computers screens we manage to get work done. So back to Sunday when I realized the real reason I don’t normally go to BAM. Well, it’s a busy place and on the weekend I don’t feel like seeing anyone that I know without prior knowledge that I will meet them.
Sometime that afternoon I was casually off track in a conversation when I glance up a see a girl I haven’t seen in forever. I won’t reveal her name because many of you might know her, plus I don’t have her permission to write about her. She was sitting in the table diagonally in front of me, sitting with her mom. I knew her mom too sort of because she was a substitute teacher who was often our sub in elementary and maybe middle school. And it’s not that I didn’t know her because although I can’t recount exact conversations, I am sure that we’ve spoken quite a few times. But me being well me I didn’t get up to say hi or anything, they sat in silence and looked as not to be bothered anyway. I don’t think I regret it but some nostalgia washed over me. However this wasn’t when I felt what words can’t describe.
It couldn’t have been two hours later when , shocker I was yet in another mindless conversation about who can even remember, when a girl I too haven’t spoken to since eighth grade caught my attention. Only this time it was because she had said hi to me. She was always the quietly outgoing type and I guess ACIT brought her energy out which is amazing. But I was in utter shock, my voice went raspy and I’m pretty sure I quietly hey hopefully sounding shocked (which I was very) and with a smile. After she passed arms locked with I’m guessing was her boyfriend I couldn’t help thinking I wish I has said something more, got up and hugged her something other than the blank look I probably gave her. On top of that my last intention was to be rude so I can only hope I wasn’t because honestly that moment is disappearing as fast as it’s replying through my mind.
ReplyDeleteAfter she had passed I sat back in my chair, whatever my friend began to blur into white noise and I can’t quite describe the emotions that devoured me. I knew if it was me I know I wouldn’t have even attempted to say hi. Especially because this was a girl who although I was civil with never had a reason to reach out and talk to unless we were put in the same room forced into the evils of small talk. “So why did she say hi, she remembered my name, that was so nice and genuine of her to say hi, maybe I should start saying hi to acquaintances, will they feel what I’m feeling, what am I feeling” ALL this ran through my mind I guess in a matter of more than a few seconds, long enough to realize my ridiculous half smile wasn’t for his words but something bigger than all of us. An epiphany, a nostalgic moment, utterly shocking but mostly embarrassing screenshot of time.
This indescribable abstract feeling of emotion didn’t pass so quickly and so when my friend asked what’s the matter I couldn’t tell him, and brushed off the twinkling as just a part of the craziness inside my mind. Just me overthinking things as always. That was until I read this blog question Monday morning. Everything made sense for one split second. Just one. In my mind that moment, that feeling was never going to be over until I had an actual conversation with that girl and actually caught up. Haha, which will probably never happen, guess we will see next Sunday. Anyway the whole situation was sort of be. That moment NEEDED to happen for this blog to be successfully written.
As for the word that describes this feeling of nostalgia and shocked intertwined within one another along with sadness, satisfied and stumped, like I said I’m terrible at this part. If I absolutely have to choose a word the word must be “disfuddled”, a combination of distracted and befuddled. I am distracted by the variety of questions popping into my thoughts in the instance of the peculiar moment as well as confused by the aftermath of it. Hence “disfuddlement”
At the start of this blog, I couldn’t have told you what I’d write about, all that was running through my mind were the epic words of Dr.Suess. He amazes me with every book I have the honor of reading, with his new words and ideas that inspire children every day. I can only imagine the sanity or the lack of he must have had to maintain to write such elaborate stories filled with a world only his imagination could conjure.
As I am writing this right now, my stomach is in pain because of indigestion. This afternoon, I came home after a long day at school and basically staring stuffing myself silly. At first I just wanted a little snack, so I grabbed myself a bowl of vietnamese cucumber salad - a mixture of thinly sliced cucumbers, mint, bits of pork chop, and fish sauce (it tastes better than it sounds). It was a light and refreshing snack, but I wasn’t satisfied. My aunt had cooked a huge bowl of soup, so I scooped myself a bowl of that too. But just as I finished my soup, I caught sight of a mcdonalds wrapper lying on my kitchen counter. My family is very clean, so I knew that it wasn’t just an empty wrapper, that there had to be some kind of food inside. I unraveled it, and lo and behold, there was a hashbrown lying inside, just begging for me to eat it. So I ate the hashbrown too. Moving on to a couple minutes later, my mom came home with a 24 oz cup of Wawa coffee. For some reason, I just had to get my hands on the coffee too, and I probably ended up drinking about a third of it. I don’t know why, but I was still feeling snacky, and I wanted to keep eating despite how much I ate already. My family eats dinner around 5:30, which is pretty early, however I decided that I didn’t want to wait that extra long two hours to eat, so I promptly ate my dinner right then and there, at 3:30. I had a huge bowl of rice along with pork chops. Afterwords, I was extremely full and decided to do what I do every afternoon when I come home from school -- I took a nap.
ReplyDeleteNow I am regretting that decision as my stomach is writhing in pain from its inability to digest the huge influx of food that I stuffed myself within the span of an hour. However, you can always find a positive in every negative situation; I now have inspiration for this blog post. I love food, and I’m always tempted to eat even though I’m not physically hungry. Sometimes it’s even a I-should-eat-this-now-or-else-my-family-will-eat-it-instead kind of hungry, so I eat even though I probably already had a huge meal right before. And other times, it’s a stress induced hunger that makes me scour my fridge for any type of carbs. I don’t think hungry can describe the psychological need for food because it’s not technically correct. I’m not hungry, most times I really full, but I have a psychological craving for food for whatever reason. The new word will be a portmanteau of loca, a spanish word meaning crazy, and hambriento, a spanish word meaning hungry. Nolobriento. First of all, why is my word in spanish? Everything thing sounds way better in spanish, it just flows right of your tongue. Second, where did the “no” come from if it’s just loca and hambriento? I put a no in front of “lobriento” because it’s a false feeling of hunger, therefore it deserves a no which signals that. So now you can say, “ I am really nolobriento” or “Tengo nolobre”.
For some reason this happens to me a lot. Whenever I experience something, sometimes I just can’t come up with a word to describe it. I end up using some other word that I know doesn’t fully describe what I’m saying. What I don’t do is make up a new word though. The most recent thing that I can remember where I experienced this was when I broke my ankle. Freshman year I decided to do softball. I regret it so much. I wish I just did track. I mean it was a good experience for me. It was my first year playing it and I think I wasn’t that bad. I was reluctant to play because one: I didn’t know how to swing a bat, and two: I thought sliding into the base was scary. I learned how to sort of swing a bat so I got over that but it was just my luck that I ended up braking my ankle whiling sliding into a base.
ReplyDeleteI don’t remember what made me do it, all I know was that I was stupid for doing it. After I slide into the base I kind of just laid there. There was a moment where in my mind I just knew something was wrong even before I realized I broke my ankle. For a split second I felt no pain at all and then it hit me. If I could describe it, it’s like if you jammed your toe into a piece of furniture 100 times (I described it like this because I’m pretty sure everyone has stubbed their toe before and everyone knows that’s pretty painful). I can definitely say that braking my ankle is the worst feeling I have ever experienced. My natural reaction was to cry but I didn’t want to seem weak. The pain overtook my pride so I shed a couple tears. I had no idea how to describe that pain. Words like hurt, painful, and even excruciating are too weak for the pain that I felt. Getting a papercut hurts, painful is like getting hit in the head with a ball, and while excruciating is close it’s not good enough. Later on I found out that I cracked my tibia and fractured my fibula. My doctor told me I was really close to getting surgery.
I guess the only way to describe this situation in one word is to make up my own word. I decided to combine the words “extreme” and “excruciating” to make breucreak. I used extreme with excruciating since excruciating is close to the pain that I felt but by combining it with extreme, it means that the pain was even worse. So breaucreak will now be used for injuries that are worse than excruciating.
Now that I think about it I actually do this more than I think. For some reason it just makes whatever I’m describing more understanding for me and whoever I’m telling it to. Sometimes advanced vocab just doesn’t work or isn’t the first words I think of when I go on my rants. To be honest I can barely remember half the words I make up because I tend to do it without me noticing.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I do often use the word “fugly”, a mixture of the words “f***ing” and “ugly.” It puts emphasis on the word ugly to show that the thing is extremely hideous. It’s only used when I am talking to my friends though because I know it’s not appropriate or nice. You know those people you can just say the meanest things to and it doesn’t mean a thing? Yeah that’s the time the word comes in use. I don’t always say it about people though, this word can be used towards anything, clothes, creatures, or any other noun.
In the summer when the amusement parks are just beginning to become popular again I stand in the lines with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. A part of me that can’t wait to feel the butterflies in my stomach (the good kind) and a part of me that thinks of every possible bad outcome when riding the rollercoaster. I honestly don’t think there is an actual word to describe this feeling, there may be, it just didn’t join my vocabulary yet. In my case I call it “nervcited.” Believe it or not, I actually remember being with my friends when I stated this.Their heads turned in confusion until I broke down to them where it came from. Then they all started to agree with me like I couldn’t have said it better. I was type gassed that in my eyes I invented a new vocabulary word because after that they all started using it.. I don’t really like doing that though because in sort of makes me feel like I am less educated and wasn’t able to come up with an actual word that exists in the dictionary. I guess it’s natural though so why not.
A part of life is living moments that are indescribable. Whether those moments are mind-blowing, exhilarating, or heart-stopping, all of us live with those moments, and once we hear about those moments, sometimes all you can say is nothing because you have absolutely no idea what to say next. Even when you want to say something, you know what you are going to say is not going to measure up to the mind-blowing effect the story just gave you. Life has a funny way of panning out, and sometimes words are just not enough to explain what you are feeling inside.
ReplyDeleteI do not have a particular ‘heart-stopping’ story to retell in this blog to explain that lack of words used to explain a story or the lack of words used to respond to that corresponding story. However, everyday, either at school, home, or in the world, you hear things that make you take a step back and go, “Wait… What the heck?”, then you would usually go on with your business like nothing happened, unless, of course, you knew that person. Another way of thinking of this scenario is, let’s say, you heard an unbelievable story from your best friend that you can absolutely not believe, then when she/he is finished speaking and there is that awkward silence in the air, what are you supposed to say next? Well, most people would simply say, “What the hell?!”, even though that is not the particular phrase that even comes close to what you are really feeling. But what would you say in a moment like this? Your brain is probably still adjusting and comprehending the story, therefore all you could do or say is nothing because you probably have no idea what just happened.
What’s even harder than trying to figure out the right words to say in a staggering moment, is now trying to create a brand new word to describe moments like these. Just like what I said above, experiencing shocking occasions call for understandable and appropriate silence on the receiving end because of the rearranging that person has to do with their thoughts. I am not certain that there will ever be an appropriate word under these circumstances, but if I ever come across one, I will make sure to let you guys know. However, there are some weak synonyms that describe this situation, such as overwhelming, mind-altering, or eye-opening. But how I see it, silence speaks louder than words.
The first story that came into my head was the day I got hit in the head with a field hockey ball which ended up giving me a four and a half month concussion last year. One day (I can’t remember the exact day of the week) we were going down to the field for field hockey practice but for this practice our coach had someone from the USA field hockey team come to help us. I remember it being cold out because I was wearing my north face to keep me warm. This specific practice didn’t start out in my favor. I was wearing shorts even though it was cold out and during our warm up drills I got hit in the knee with a ball. Which never feels good but it felt even worse since it was cold out. So than we move on to the next drill and I ended up getting hit in the finger with the ball. So I went up to the trainer’s office to get some ice. I iced my finger on the walk back down to the field and hopped back into the drill. The next thing we did was for both offense and defense and I was a defender. I was defending Haley and I thought I would be in the clear from any flying balls because she’s pretty tall. Next thing I know, Kenny (the USA field hockey player) took a shot on net and it hit the post and came flying in the air and I just remember Haley ducking out of the way and it hit me right smack in the head. Everything happened so fast and at first it didn’t even hurt. Two seconds later and I started crying because it started to hurt and then I walked out of the drill. I didn’t cry for long because the pain went away which is crazy if you’ve ever seen the picture of my head after the fact. I uncovered my head with my hand and all my teammates’ eyes blew up. They were looking at me like I had two heads. I guess it probably looked like I did since the lump was so big. Walking up to the trainer all the football players were looking at me the same way my teammates were. Once I saw myself my mouth dropped to the floor. So after that day I had a long concussion. But every time I tell the story I never know what word to use to explain it. I guess I would have to choose a few words. Crazy, unexpected, painful. So to make up a word to explain this I would have to call it crazpainpected. A mix between crazy, painful, and unexpected.
ReplyDeleteI totally understand that feeling where you can’t explain how you felt and just use a lame synonym and feel incomplete. I have a really hard time focusing, so I often feel like I forgot something when I usually did. That sentence has nothing to do with anything, it was just me not focusing.. again. But, I also can kinda sorta not really speak vietnamese. This is another random sentence, but does have a point. Whenever I’m at a loss of words sometimes I know a vietnamese word that could easily work, but know that it’d be so embarrassing if that word slipped out instead. (I haven’t perfected my thick asian accent yet, but it is soon to come don’t worry!!)
ReplyDeleteI needed my mother to tell me how to spell this one word: (instead of my mom telling me how to spell it, she just yelled at me so I couldn’t put the word down), but it pretty much means that you are like messing with things. Like it’s what you say rather than “why are touching everything?” Does that make sense? I often want to use that, but can’t. Another is (well, the first time didn’t go well, so the second wasn’t a go either) which just means oh my god, but I like the way that sounds so much more. Languages are cool.
I feeling I get often is the feeling of realizing the people around you live such complex lives. Like I think about it a lot. So weird. Like I was sitting in the car and thought about the number of people right now sitting in a car needing to go somewhere and how they have such complex lives within that and there are so many people. It was weird. Weird to think about something other than yourself? I guess it is like a shocker, amazement complex type of feeling. I got a feeling of awe, but deeper? See, you asked to make up a word but nothing and no combo of letters and sounds would put the word to justice.
Another feeling is being in AP Chem, I do not know how to describe it because I often do not go. Actually, I haven’t been to a full class in at least a month. I often need to take 15 minute bathroom breaks, or in dire need of guidance or the nurse. (Sorry,Bryan!!)
I have always been terrible at telling stories to other people. My friends get confused as I always tend to repeat what I say over and over again because I can’t get my point across and my brother tends to tune me out as I describe ever little detail I can think of, turning a five-minute story into one that takes twenty minutes to tell. And now, I kind of realize why I suck at story telling. It’s probably because I can’t think of the right words to use, which results in me over explaining a simple tale. But today, my friends, I have the opportunity to invent my own word to describe something I feel at least twice a month.
ReplyDeleteJust imagine walking down the halls of Oakcrest, laughing and talking about some silly thing that happened with your best friends. You’re having a superb time and in that moment, you’re so happy that you believe that nothing can rain on your parade. But, then something happens. You can feel it inside of you. And almost instantly, a heavy stone sits on your heart, making you become unbearably sad. It feels like your whole family (including your beloved pet) died right in front of you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You stop laughing, wondering why you feel such a way when literally a second ago you had not a care in the world. And for what feels like forever, you carry this feeling of misery in you, when in reality it only lasts about ten minutes and then completely vanishes, as if it didn’t happen at all. Then suddenly, you’re laughing again. Yes, it may seem like an over-dramatic description of a reoccurring event, but it is a truly intense feeling that happens to me quite often and I have no other way to describe except for comparing it to the worst things I can think of. One second I’ll be completely fine, the next my whole world is falling apart, and finally, in the blink of the eye its back together again as if it never happened.
The only logical word that I can actually think of that may be as close to this indefinable feeling is “wretchedness.” But, if I were to create a word, it would be “morosient.” I love Greek mythology and Moros is the Greek God that personifies “impending doom.” Lovely, right? Honestly, Moros seems like the best root word for my imaginary word because when I feel the previously described feeling (that I can’t even describe in simple terms), I feel as if death and doom occurred to someone I deeply care about. Which, by the way, is not cool. But, I do think that it’s cool that I now have a word for the unexplainable feeling that I so often experience. So, if you hear me say, “I feel very morosient”, you now know what I mean, which helps me in the way where I now have a nine-letter word for a ten-minute explanation.
I swear everyone makes up a word from one time to another, and they should all be in the dictionary because, let's face it- we’re all supder (combo of super and duper) smart. When I read this blog I immediately thought of being in Frostburg, Maryland. I love the crisp air, the smell of mountain air, looking at the multifarious colors of the leaves, climbing mountains, seeing the fresh snow on the mountaintops and on the ground. It’s absolutely beautiful. Being there gives me a sense of home. I feel complete there, like that is where I belong. The closest synonym I can think of is “breathtaking”. Now that doesn’t do it justice. You have to experience it to know what I’m talking about. There was a point in time during my last trip where we were heading up to Dan’s Mountain. This mountain is a bunch of rocks that are molded together, and you could climb, run, skip, hop, play hide-and-go-seek, anything you want. When we arrived, we had to climb up the walkway that was embedded in the rocks to reach the top of the rock formation. Once we got there, it was breathtaking. The scenery, the calmness, the quietness, it was all surreal. It felt like I was so small on top of the mountain, but ready to take on the world. It was truly an amazing feeling. The portmanteau is “beauttaking”. This is a combination of the words “beautiful” and “breathtaking”. If you are ever in the mood to explore and see the world, I suggest going to Frostburg, Maryland. It’ll be beauttaking.
ReplyDeleteSo as most of you know, cheer is life, at least for me it is. Actually it was life because I’m broken now and was ordered by my doctor not to do it anymore so I’m pretty sad about it but whatever. Anyways, cheer consists of stunting, tumbling, jumping, and dancing. My favorite and best skill is jumps but my most interesting skill is tumbling. You never really know if I’m going to do a backflip or a forward roll, I’m just full of surprises. But that's the reason why I am broken. If I didn’t decide to continuously do backflips, usually falling on my face, I wouldn’t have cracked my vertebrae. But during the time that I could tumble it was the greatest. You don’t know how it feels to tumble until you actually do it and it's the craziest feeling ever. There is not really a word to describe it but 3 words that kind of describe how I feel are, powerful, awesome, and scared. The powerful comes from when I’m running to go into the tumbling pass. At this time I’m not scared because I can’t really get hurt unless I roll my ankle running or just trip and fall on my face, it happens a lot but usually not when running into the pass. So now comes the awesome feeling. The roundoff back-handspring is the best part, it's the easiest part of the pass which I usually don't mess up. It just me gliding through the air which feels pretty cool and isn’t a feeling you can get from anything else. It’s really just indescribable which makes it so awesome. Last comes the fear. After the run into the pass and the roundoff back-handspring, then comes the scaredness because now I know longer really know what I’m doing and this is when I fall on my face, which is pretty scarey. Whether I’m doing a layout or back tuck I never seem to get through it without having a heart attack. When I have land them they’re pretty cool but in the process of actually doing them I died a little inside. Everytime I’m in the middle of my back tuck I manage to say a little prayer because who knows what will happen when I land, or at least try to. But I have to say, in the short year that I actually went to tumbling classes I went from not being able to do anything, to starting to get my layout and getting my standing back tuck which was pretty powerful, awesome, and scary all in one. But if it wasn’t for me having this crazy feeling during tumbling I would have saved myself 4 broken ankles, 2 jammed fingers, 5 herniated discs, scoliosis, lordosis, kyphosis, and a cracked vertebrae but I mean who’s counting?
ReplyDeleteBut over all if I could make up a word for this feeling it would have to be scawesome. Mix of scared and awesome because the powerful part isn't as important. It’s more of a scawesome feeling over all. Or I could even call it awcared, but scawesome sounds waayyyyy better. But honestly, feeling scawesome is cool and all but I have found that it comes with just one too many injuries so I’m going to have to leave that scawesome feeling on hold for a very long time. I probably should have added feeling “victorious” at the end of tumbling but I dont know how victorious it would be if half the time I ended up eating mat so maybe one day I cant turn scawesome into scawesometorious, but that day is not today.
There are no words to describe the things I experience. The most weirdest, and unforgettable, thing could happen to me (which it has) and I’ll still be at lost for words (and I have been). I guess the “thing” is too shocking for my brain to handle, no words can be said. Of course, when I’m stuck in these situations, I react. My eyes dilate and my mouth drops to the ground. But then I remember where I’m at, and who I’m talking to, so I (try to) pull myself together and, on impulse, say “omg…” It’s the only word I CAN remember, and the only word that comes out. But it doesn’t fit. Like I said, no words can simply be said during these scenarios. For example, when I was in seventh or eighth grade, I remember walking out of gym class and seeing this giant crowd standing at the hallway intersection. This really annoyed me because I just really wanted to get to STEM class (tbt to Ms. Lacy). They were screaming and hollering and I had no idea why, nor did I think anything of it. So I pushed past everyone, being careful not to break my precious netbook, and ran straight to class. A day later, I overhear a kid talking about some fight. Apparently it was so bad, there was blood everywhere. And the funny part was, it happened right in front of me. All those people screaming and hollering...yea, they were screaming and hollering at the fight. My eyes were dilated and my mouth was wide open. Rumor has it that one of the kids had to get staples in his head and the other was either expelled or suspended from school, I don’t fully remember. Oh, and he had a broken nose. I was shocked and confused and scared. I could’ve died that day! All of these thoughts were running through my mind and of course, all I said was “omg.”
ReplyDeleteI guess the best way to describe this feeling is “thunderstruck”. To be honest, I didn’t even know that word existed until today. But it works. If I had to come up with a word, It would be “Trancant”. Let me break it down for you, Langers: “Tran” derives from my last name. “Cant” is (sorry for being creative) just “can’t” without the apostrophe. You put them together and you get Trancant! “Tran” and “Cant”: TRAN literally CANnoT speak right now. Haha, get it? Because I’m always at loss for words… Anyways, whenever you are blown away by some news and you are at lost for words and you simply don’t know what to do (which happens to me plenty of times), just say Trancant. Trust me, you won’t regret it.
Personally, these situations don't happen to me very often, but I have seen it happen to my friends (especially Joe… only Joe) countless times. Every time he tells his hand sanitizer story, it doesn't encompass the pain, humiliation, and stupidity that occurred that day. Another example is whenever Joe tells the story about his encounter with the bonds in chemistry. When he tells the story, it doesn't express how dumb Matlack thought he was, or how funny everyone else thought it was to throw him under the bus. I think this happens to people because there aren't enough words in the english dictionary to fit everyones' personalities. One persons' personality may be bold and enthusiastic, so they need more words that sound energetic and peppy. On the other hand, a person with a dull personality would need more humdrum words.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I want to describe someone obnoxiously muscular, such as a bodybuilder, I use the word "tank". Yes, I'm talking about my neighbor, and the word "tank" suits him well. My friends and I joke around about him all the time because of his occupation, which is not just bodybuilding. My friends and I actually talk about him frequently so the word "tank" has lost its meaning. Another word that pops into my head is "juggernaut", so I will combine these two words to create "jugank." The name "Frank the Jugank" is less worn out the "Frank the Tank." Next time I go to describe a muscular person, I won't need to franticly think of a word. Instead, I'll just use jugank.
My vocabulary sucks when it comes to describing something with the right words. I get stuck and use a basic ineffective word that really doesn’t do it’s justice. I’ll be telling a story, then happen lose my knowledge of words because of my enthusiastic emotions in getting to the good part. Unfortunately, my story doesn’t sound as interesting as if I were to use the appropriate word. I mean I’ll get my point across and the person I’m talking to will understand but my story would have more effect if I could find my right words.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many made-up words that are used often that haven’t made it to the dictionary. Teenagers, especially, are successful in doing this and passing these words along into our daily use. A lot of the words teenagers come up with are slang words. Words like “dat”, “yaaassss”, “salty”, “turn up”, “gassed”, etc. These kind of words are like the “cooler” version of saying an actual word that is supposed to be said. Someday, we might find these words in the dictionary, I wouldn’t be surprised.
The word that is known and is used quite often is “frenemy”. I don’t verbally say this a lot, but I use this to personally describe some people I know. “Frenemy” has a combination of the words “friend” and ”enemy”. A frenemy is a person who appears to be your friend but, at the same time is a rivalry and disliked. This a great word, of a combination of two words, to use because there’s a lot of people like that out there and there’s no easily understandable way of describing them.
We are all passionate and/ or utterly obsessed with someone, something, or a particular feeling. For most, that someone, something, or particular feeling makes you feel a way you’ve never experienced ever before. Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t have to be a happy, giddy feeling, you can certainly be utterly obsessed with the feeling of hatred or hating someone. But for me, I get this crazy feeling-- a feeling I would never in a million years be able to put a real word to-- when I see my nephew. Okay, this might sound silly, but really, he changed my life. I wrote my first marking period occasional paper on my “best friend Blake,” that’s how important he is to me. Family is everything to me but Blake is different from the rest of my family. I’ve grown up knowing my family since I was born-- so I’ve known them all my life. 2011 was a rough year for me and that’s when Blake was born. He’s known me for his whole life, four and a half years to be exact, but I’ve only known him four and a half years out of the sixteen and a half years I’ve been alive. The second I saw my newborn nephew laying naked, unbathed, and crying under a red light, oh man I can’t even explain to you what I felt-- but it’s something I never felt before. You would think I was his mother who just gave birth to him as my son from the feeling I’m about to TRY to explain, but no he’s just my nephew.
ReplyDeleteIt was a feeling of awe, pure happiness, and serenity. Like I said, 2011 did me dirty and there were only a handful of times throughout that year that I was happy. But, on July 31, 2011, when my nephew was born, that all changed. He was the happiness I was missing out on for months and months at a time. Til’ this day I get that feeling when I see him. The way he looks at me with such a big smile and tells me how much he loves me and how he tells me I’m beautiful is a feeling I can’t put into words. His love for me is pure and the joy he brings into my life is like no other.
If I HAD to pick a REAL word to TRY to explain this feeling… it’s be euphoria. Although it doesn’t do this feeling justice, that’s the closest thing I can think off. The feeling I get is pure happiness-- or euphoria. But the word that describes this feeling to the t is copulaesthalac. This word, although it sounds ridiculous, means a lot. “copul” means a bond, “aesth” means a feeling, and “alac” means cheerful. I came up with this word specifically so that it has meaning behind it. This feeling isn’t just happy, or glad, or thankful, it’s much more. A word so complex with so much meaning is the only word to describe this feeling.
Whenever I write a paper for Lang, there are many instances in which I do not know what word to use. Sometimes I feel like plugging in made-up words which would make my life a whole lot easier but that does not do me any good. I end up sitting there for 10 minutes, yet in the end I just plug in a boring word. I want to sound smart but that never works out for me because that usually means the person that is reading my essay will be confused. Thanks to this blog, now my brain will not explode from me trying to pinpoint one word to describe my feelings.
ReplyDeleteMy brother is not a very smart man, I swear he has no common sense. I mean he is only 12 years old but I worry for his future. The other day, as we were leaving for school, he came down from his room with shorts and t-shirt on. I asked him why he was dressed like that, and he said that since the sun was out, it was hot outside. Yeah like I do not know where his reasoning comes from but just because the sun is out, does not mean it is hot outside. It is still winter for god sakes. One time we were in New York, and he ran across the street when the light was still red for walkers and he almost got hit by a car. Like does he not know that red means do not go and wait for the cars to pass? The worst thing was, he was laughing when he got to the other side!! Does he think it is funny to risk his life for something stupid like that? Gosh I do not even know how to explain my frustrations. Sometimes I wonder if he purposely tries to be stupid so he can piss me off. I guess a synonym for my feelings would be described as infuriating. I get so mad whenever he pulls off with his “antics.”
A word that describes all my feelings at the moment would be “frustrad.” This word is the combination of frustrated and mad. At times I want to slap my brother across the face for being so stupid but I can not do that because my mother would yell at me. I would probably be arrested to for violence against another person.
I occasionally find myself becoming emotionally attached to certain songs. This is perfectly normal, because people who love music know that music evokes emotion and sometimes they can personally connect to that emotion. But more often than not, I end up emotionally attached to songs that I cannot relate to in any way shape or form. I’ve never had my heart broken, I’ve never had a torn up life where I’ve resorted to drug abuse, and I most definitely have never had a glock in my rari. But still, I find myself feeling an emotional tether to music that I cannot relate to. The only logical explanation for that connection I feel must be that even though the music is about something that I’ve never felt, the song itself (the tune, the bass, I don’t know, the syncopation?) made me feel some type of way.
ReplyDeleteBut as for that type of way that I’m feeling, I can’t describe it as “happy” or “sad” or “mad” or “bitter” or anything in between. Sometimes I hear a happy song that I love but I don’t feel happy, and then sometimes I hear a sad song that I love but I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel any of the aforementioned adjectives either; it’s a feeling entirely in its own category. Usually if the particular song comes up on shuffle and I’m with a group of people I’ll just say “Oh my god, I love this song!!!! It makes me so happy!!” but “happy” is not the right word, it’s simply the word that is convenient to use.
For example, whenever I hear “Careless Whisper” by George Michaels, I start to feel this warmth spreading throughout my insides and then my head feels like it’s about to explode and I feel protective as if no one else should be hearing the song and it’s incredible saxophone riff except me. I can easily contribute that protectiveness to the fact that when I was little, my dad would play this song every morning in the car when he drove me to school. So I feel as though it’s our song, and thus I feel protective of it. But as for that head exploding, spreading warmth feeling, I don’t know where that comes from. And I can feel that when I listen to anything from George Michaels to Smallpools to the theme song of iCarly (a show I absolutely HATED by the way). And when I hear those certain songs I feel the overwhelming urge to sing along, even if I absolutely hate the song! And if you ask anyone that knows me, I am constantly humming or singing. Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it. One time someone pointed out to me that I had been humming “Hotline Bling” for the past week and I was absolutely floored.
But the word I’ll give this feeling is “hapmental.” So next time I hear the opening words to the iCarly theme song I can say I feel “hapmental” which is a combination of “happy” and “sentimental” because those are the two closest synonyms I can come up with for my head exploding, spreading warmth feeling.
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ReplyDeleteMajority of the time I can’t find the right word to describe anything. It could be from just telling a story, to writing a essay. I think this happens because we’re feeling too much to just narrow it down to just one word. When writing an essay it could be because we know too many words. Or if someone’s a reader, they read a lot of books and so they see a whole bunch of words. There word collection (Is that even a thing) can make about 50 different words come to mind for just one word. Or you can be me, and be horrible with having to write “on the spot”, or “scholarly”.
ReplyDeleteDeciding to row crew was both the best and worst decision I ever made. I have a love/hate relationship with the sport, and I think every other rower knows what I’m talking about. Anyways, beside that, ergging drains the entire body. Especially a piece where you have to pull hard for a long time, or just doing a steady state piece drains you. I usually find Gi and myself cursing up a storm, and our tongue gets tied, and we can’t find the right word to describe how we feel. We mostly just say, “I feel like shit”. But really we mean a bunch of horrible feelings all in one. After I finish doing relays, blasters, a 2k or a 4k, I am dead, tired, I want to cry, and I usually end up being in a bad mood. So my new word to say is “Omistinub”. It’s pretty weird if you ask me but for some reason I like how it rolls off my tongue. Omistinub is “Omg”, “Miserable”, “Tired”, and “Numb” all together. Whenever I get done a erg piece and I’m feeling bad I’m going to say, “I feel so freaking omistinub!”. Or when our lovely coaches want to make us do a ab circuit after running, doing a hard erg piece, and lifting, I will tell them I am so omistinub.
The first feeling I remembered after reading this blog is the feeling of pure joy that I get when I am with my friends. Although people like my friend Teagen and many others make up words for these feelings I do not. I squeal. As I am squealing I also smile so big my eyes close and I wiggle my arms. If you can picture what I'm saying you probably think I am really weird but there is no word to describe it. Being with my friends make me so happy and my stomach always ends up hurting from endless laughter. At the weirdest most random times when I feel the most content you will peep me squealing. Usually it is when I am snuggled in between my three friends and it is 2:00 in the morning and we are up just talking about life and our adventures and the future. The lamest and most basic word to describe this feeling would be just happy. The feeling is happy multiplied by millions. The feeling comes in jolts and that is probably why I squeal and wiggle but it is the most happyestie feeling in the entire world.
ReplyDeleteAnother feeling of pure joy that is complexity indescribable is when I am on the beach in a chair, with a book in my hand. The beach is my number one place that I will absolutely never ever be able to live without. Some people love the beach and either hate the sand or water but literally I love everything about the beach. I am in love with the feeling of the sun penetrating my skin as bad as that may sound. I love wiggling my toes in the sand and being at peace with reading a random non forced book with the waves crashing nearby. The lamest words to describe the feeling that the beach gives me would have to be joyful, peaceful and blissful. Joyful describes how I can never ever be mad while there. Even if I was mad before going the beach just brings me so much joy. I can sit there and watch families and read. Also at the beach you can watch others happiness. It may sound stalkerish but you can sit in your beach chair and watch how happy other people are, whether they are building a sand castle with their parents or running away from the waves but what ever it is you can see them radiating. The beach brings me peace because you go there to sit you do not have to do anything but just breathe and live. My favorite thing to do at the beach is sleep. I could have had 10 hours of sleep the night before and go to the beach and fall asleep within the first 10 minutes. The sun on my eye lids and the sound of waves just bring so much peace. Blissful just sounds beautiful and that is what the beach is to me. The beach is indescribably beautiful. Usually it's bright and warm and it is just beautiful. Since I can not describe this beautiful feeling I went to the creator of all words my best friend, Teagen. The first word that came to her mine was "consentful" although it sounded beautiful the word consent means permission. :) She later changed the feeling to "contentful." This word is obliviously made up with "content" and "ful" Content meaning a feeling of peaceful happiness and the "ful" just for emphasis. These two feelings are my favorite in the world which explains why the entire summer I can be found at the beach and everyday I can be found next to one of my friends. I love these feelings sososo much and they bring me so much freakin joy!!:)
This blog may be perfect for me. Everyone says that I cannot tell a story for my life, so I guess that creating a word to use in my stories can only improve them. I frequently find myself telling stories of times when stupid shit happens to me. If you recall, that was what my first OP was about, and that will be what this blog is about. Over and over I find myself in search of a word that means that, someone is having stupid things happen to them. For instance, one could use this word when one has hand sanitizer shot in their eye, then falls to the floor in pain, and just in time for your clueless teacher to yell at you for “playing around”. A word that I have used to define this instance has been “screwed”, but that word doesn’t do it justice, and doesn’t really even fit. My word is “stupiftic”, this word is used when something so stupid happens to you, that it leaves you speechless. Stupiftic is composed of the words “stupid” and “terrific”. “Stupid” because it is the stupidest thing that can happen, and “terrific” because it is the best stupid thing that can happen. So now instead of being totally speechless, when something “stupiftic” happens, I’ll be able to utter the words, “well that was stupiftic.” I see myself using this word in the very near future, it will most likely make its way into my usual vocab.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first read this blog I automatically knew what imaginary word I would make up. There’s a certain time in my life when I feel all these different emotions and I can’t seem to just explain it with one word. The time I’m talking about is the feeling I get right before I’m about to compete in gymnastics. I could try to explain this experience as feeling “nervous” but that synonym doesn’t do its justice. Right before I am about to compete I feel a combination of anxiousness, nervousness, and excitement. The anxiousness comes from just wanting to get the competition over with so I can just relax and not feel so stressed out. These word plays about 25% percent of the way I actually feel. The second word which is feeling nervous is probably one of the biggest things I feel and I can never seem to get away from that feeling when I compete. Before I compete, my heart starts pounding and even my hands might get a little clammy and I know this is because of my nerves asking me what did I get myself into. And the third word which is “excitement” is a big description of how I feel before the meet as well. I know my excitement kicks in when I am about to perform a routine and I feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins. This is probably one of the best feelings you can have during a game, competition, match etc. Excitement is the reason why we do the things we do. So after analyzing these three words, my new word would be “nervanxcitement” which basically means the act of feeling nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThis is sappy, but I can never fully find a word to express my love. There is some one I just love with everything in me. My family, kennedy, Juwan. Most important people. I try every day to find a word to say how much love I have but I cant. So the word I have come up with is glome. I have no reasoning as to why its called that but that is the first thing that came to my mind. Glome is a feeling.
ReplyDeleteThe feeling when you seriously just cant explain how much you love someone or something. I caught myself trying to explain my love for someone and all that came out was "UGHHH" I seriously said " I just... UGHHHH" like how ridiculous is that. I seriously could not think of a word. "Love" was not enough. I needed to have a word bigger than love.. But what is that? I didnt make a word that is greater than the word love but the feeling of when you cant explain the amount of love you have. Glome.
Just like when I try to express how grateful I am for my parents and how much I love them. These two people do EVERYTHING for me. My love for them is deeper than anything. But a simple I love you is just said routinely. Even though I more than just love my parents.
So Glome, the feeling of not being able to express your love.
A synonym would be Alexithymia: Difficulty expressing one's feelings or emotions through words.
But Glome is more towards not being able to express the amount of love oneself has. But Alexithymia is the closest I could find.
I’ve always been frustrated by words when it comes to describing abstract feelings because they never do an accurate job of portraying even ⅕ of what I am feeling. But one day I was scrolling through twitter when I came across a post that read “23 emotions people feel, but can’t explain” and I have honestly never read anything more accurate in my life. I learned that “sonder” is used to describe “the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own”. And “the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place” is characterized by the word “monachopsis”. And my favorite, “Onism”: “The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time”. Something about being able to exactly define your emotions with one word is so satisfying. If only the list extended for more than 23 words.
ReplyDeleteI’ve talked in previous blogs about my love for music, but I don’t think the word “love” effectively describes the emotions I feel while listening to specific songs or artists. Music can either make me feel happy and excited or depressed and emo; there’s no in-between. But “depressed and emo” does not even fully describe the extent of my feelings when I hear a certain “sad” song (the word “sad” doesn’t exactly fit, either). I actually feel as if my heart/soul/entire-abstract-being is physically hurting. I do not exaggerate when I tell you that this one song (“New Slang” by The Shins) literally had me sobbing on the floor for a full 30 minutes one day and I couldn’t figure out why for the life of me.
I guess certain pieces of music do this to me because I sense how the artist felt while making the music. I immediately connect with a song’s melody and the singer’s voice rather than the lyrics, which leads me to believe that I empathize with the artist emotionally rather than cognitively if that makes sense? I don’t really like to express my emotions to others, so I always act either happy or indifferent. I sort of depend upon my music to express the other emotions that I can’t, which is why I think I connect so deeply with it.
The closest synonym I can think of is of course “empathy”: “The ability to understand and share the feelings of another”. But this word isn’t really exact because I don’t always “understand” the other person’s feelings after listening to their song; I just know that I somehow relate to their feelings. A much more accurate word would be “muthetic”, or “musically empathetic”. It would be classified as a very specific form of empathy, one that an individual could only achieve through listening to music. It’s definition would be “the ability to share the feelings of a musical artist”.
Today I felt a feeling that I could not label. Today, my older sister Kaylee moved out and I experienced many mixed emotions. At first, I could not contain my excitement. I helped her gather her things, carried boxes to her car, and happily waved goodbye. After, I realized that this was a much bigger milestone than I thought. I realized that my sister would no longer be home for company, advice or even just a simple conversation. I can no longer ask my sister for favors, I will no longer know her daily life or problems. Our room, which is now MY room, feels so desolate and empty. Half of the room echoes due to the absence of her belongings. Although I could not wait to have my own room, two closets and much more space for activities, the newly acquired space in my room will not compensate for the absence of my older sister. Even though we fought over whose side was messier, whose turn it is to vacuum and other stupid things, I will genuinely miss her presence. Maybe not enough to share a room any longer but, I will still miss her.
ReplyDeleteA lot of times, including this instance, I never found the appropriate word for my feelings. It is often frustrating when I cannot put a label to my emotions. Usually when I face this challenge, I settle for a near synonym. While this synonym does not do it justice, I just accept the fact that I can not retrieve the most fitting word. I never consider concocting my own word just to fit my own, personal situation. I don’t like to speak gibberish like my dear friend, Teagen (no offense, she knows I love her along with her Teagen dictionary). If I must create a word for this situation, I know it would be a synonym for “bittersweet.” My word to describe my sister moving out is “sadpy.” Sadpy can be defined as an emotion of happiness and sadness at the same time. A lot of times people experience happy and sad emotions simultaneously. For example, if you and your best friend enter a pageant and you lose but she wins, you will be sad for your own loss but, happy for her victory. This is when you use the word “sadpy.” Another example of putting “sadpy” to use could be when a child loses a tooth. At first, the child experiences much pain and sadness but, not for long. The next morning when the child anxiously searches for the tooth fairy money, they will no longer experience sadness. They begin to feel happy with their 25 cent reward. While some kids may feel just happy or sad at this occasion, some feel sadpy. Even though they received money for their tooth, they now have a raw hole in their mouth, only for their tongue to go over all day. To me, sadpy seems like an appropriate word not only for my sister’s moving but also for losing pageants and teeth.
The first thing that came to my mind after reading this blog was my family. As most of you already know, I love my family more than anything in the world. They may get on my last nerve and at times we may butt heads, but in the end they are still my family, and I could not ask for a better one.
ReplyDeleteMy immediate family members are the main reason why I am, in fact, who I am. My mother, Dr. Jeneé Hamler, taught me how to carry myself like a lady, stand up for what I believe in, and how to be independent. My father, Cliff, taught me how to survive in the real world, how to be creative, and how to be determined. My little brother, C.J, made me realize how amazing I was (and still am) as a big sister, because he looked up to me and followed my every move. He also encouraged me to be a leader, and to look out and care after those who needed a little more guidance.
It may seem a little off topic, but I mentioned the information above, to give you a better understanding of why I appreciate and love each of them so much. Half the time, they don’t even realize how much they make me happy.
Anyway, back to the blog. So, I have these unexplainable moments, where I am surrounded by family members, and while we are all laughing, I zone out, sort of take a step back (not really), and look around me. When I take a step back, I see everyone in the room. I can see the smiles plastered on everyone’s face, the tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so much, and sometimes, if I’m lucky, I can even capture that moment where someone is laughing so hard, that food particles come flying out of their mouth, and onto the floor. I guess you could call this a daze? I honestly don’t know! During my little “daze”, I get this amazing feeling. It is like a sense of belonging, love, happiness, peace, laughter, joy all in one. It can never be just one. It is always a mixture, which is probably why I can never pinpoint the feeling it gives me.
I am actually experiencing this feeling, or should I say these feelings, right now. I am currently in the kitchen with my family, and we just finished eating crabs. My mom is sitting in the corner choking on her drink at the moment, because I told her how I would react if someone wanted to fight me. I was actually being dead serious, but my whole family just laughed at the idea. So I had to play it off, and act like I was playing. I told her if someone ever wanted to fight me I would do whatever things came to my mind. Whether it was showing off my fancy footwork, or jogging around in circles, or acting like I have multiple personalities. Anything, to convince my opponent that I am crazy, and shouldn’t be messed with. To be honest, I thought it was a pretty good idea. Okay. Maybe not. Anyway, throughout our entire “family dinner” we laughed. Literally nonstop laughing. Can you imagine, eating dinner with my family? The Hamlers? Just asking that question is pretty funny to me. As we laughed, I slipped into another one of my dazes. A moment where my body is instantly overflowed with a mixed variety of emotions.
So, my new word will be a portmanteau of the words: belonging, love, happiness, peace, and laughter. I call it behlapterness! So now when I experience instances like this with my family or friends, I will say I am feeling behlapternesstic.
So right now sitting at my computer Im having one of theses “speechless” moments. I honestly have no idea how to start this blog or what to write it about. I cant really remember any moments where I didn't have the words for something, but I can guarantee that tomorrow I’ll think of 15 of those times. You can see all these new words pop up out of thin air, words like bae (which my computer keeps changing to “bas”), and I wonder how people come up with such things. Bae as its made up definition goes, means before anything else. I happen to think its a ridiculous word and it makes me cringe, but a lot of people use it “on the daily”. With a total of 1,000,000 words in the english language I don't know how to come up with a word without thinking its probably already noted. I guess people come up with new words the way some name their children, by slamming together random letters and producing some kind of sound that correlates with the sound of the letters. This is a decent technique for making up a clever, never before see name, but making up a true word is more complex than that. Not only do you need to mush letters and babble out some kind of sound, but you need a definition. Sitting here rambling on about words, I have been trying to cut a path to what kind of word I would want to make up for what. My word is Maliluary (which I hope is not part of the 1,000,000 words), it means, to make up words. The “Ma” are from the word make, the “U” is from the word up, and the L’s, I’s and ary refer to literature, which words are complied together to make up stories. So somehow through the course of this mess I have found my way to my word. I tried pronouncing it and failed but I guess not all words are pretty, so I have an ugly word for a pretty cool concept. The English language would never have progressed if words were not made up, in fact all languages need words to be made up thats how they got a language in the first place. Who knows maybe one day one of our words will be the 2,000,000th word… thats actually way too many words and we will all be dead by then.
ReplyDeleteI had the hardest time trying to recall a situation where I was at a loss of words and ended up creating a new one. At first, I tried to recall a time where I was angry at a person. But then I realized that I can’t just expose their business like that so I knew I had to change my mind. So, I tried recalling a happier memory (which probably would’ve been easier in the first place) and again, I couldn’t pinpoint a moment where I made up a word because I had nothing else to say.
ReplyDeleteToday after school, still no topic to write for this blog, Cynthia and I were waiting for others to show up. We decided to start our blogs in order to spare some time. All of a sudden… IT HIT ME!!!
Every student knows the feeling of stressing over not being able to finish homework in time, right? Trust me, within that time, there has been a point where one says “uUgGHHH I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE I GIVE UP” Usually when I have reached that point, I am very frustrated because the never ending work keeps piling up. I’m also confused on what the answers should be and by the time I get to the fifth math equation I just want to give up. All the emotions throughout the 6-8 school day get bottled up. When I get home, I just want to go straight to my couch and sleep. Unfortunately, I can’t. Homework keeps calling my name, like that one annoying person who slides in your dms and doesn’t want to leave even after you curve them.
My synonym for this feeling is confused + giving up = “coniving up”. We’ve all been there, you are not alone. I remember over winter break, one of my teachers gave us two assignments. It was craaazzzy. They were worth 4 test grades all together and that’s a lot of pressure, especially over winter break. I guarantee you, I thought of giving up at least 15 times. I was very confused on why we were assigned two important tasks, so I was definitely coniving up.
"Life" is my favorite word. It has one definition and one meaning, and they don't coincide. Life, by definition, means the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and -continual change preceding death. However, life, by implication, means death. It's definition contradicts it's meaning, and it's meaning contradicts itself. Life inevitably means death, but it also means life.
ReplyDeleteBut if I could really pick my favorite word, I'd pick a moment instead. That moment would replace the nonexistent word that describes it.
In Hawaii, there's a lookout, a ledge at the top of a huge mountain, called_____. You take a long hike down and walk through old vine arches onto a mossy path bordered by tall pine trees. At the end the path dissolves into a large patch of pine-needle covered mud, decorated with hand made tree swings and shelters. Underneath a few more pine trees flows a murky river, with occasional lumps of rock strewn about it. And to the left of the murky river, the ocean tides roll and glide to the shore line. A pebbly gash separates the two bodies. As you wander over the soft, sea-stirred rocks you notice small, magnificent green sprouts. As you walk further across the rocks, minding the carefully stacked flat-rocks, the green sprouts intensify to a green meadow. Yellow buds mottle the array of leaves. A mound heightens the meadow and above the mound stands two wide sycamore trees. You discover that, while you wander across a wound that separates two bodies, a border between two waters, this is beautiful. It's beautiful to look at, beautiful to hear, and smell, beautiful to breathe, and beautiful to think about. In fact the thought this moment contains makes the moment a worthwhile one to love. The birth of the notion that standing on the ugliest part, the bounding border between two similar bodies, bring those bodies together. In other words, if you ignore the wall of hate separating two humans, or two groups of humans, or just dividing humans in general you could see that only equality exists and barriers aren't permanent because, well you've just found a way to make them disappear. To describe this moment with one word would be impossible. But, for the sake of effort, "peace" would be the title of this moment because it taught me that peace isn't impossible and that it will visit everyone eventually. So, "peace" seems most fitting.
Making up a word is just as hard. So I decided to fall back on Latin:
Solum- one, alone, exclusively
Unum- one
"Solunum" would describe the valley as "exclusively one" implying that the two bodies of water are exclusively one despite the border that divides them physically. It can also, and relevantly, be used to describe divided humans. They, too, would be considered "exclusively one" because, like the border between the two bodies of water, borders between humans can be ignored as well.
"Life" is my favorite word because it means the good and bad, the things you want to look at and the things you want to ignore until the time comes to face them, the beauty in the beginning and end depending on each other. "Life" is my favorite word because it means more than any other word, not literally, but in context. "Life" is my favorite word because it's limitless. Words harbor a unique power to exert all the senses through sound. A word can taste bitter. I mean it can literally taste bitter or it can sound mean which would be metaphorically described as "tasting bitter". That's just one example. A word can feel warm or cold, a word can taste bitter or sweet, a word can smell funny. It's true. Words are simple yet brew such complexity.
"____" Starts with a P I just can't remember, sorry!
DeleteOh, please. If you think Mary Poppins likes to make up words, just wait until The Little Mermaid. It so happens that Scuttle, a quirky “know-it-all” seagull, tells Ariel to have some “positoovity” and uses words such as “dinglehopper”, “snarfblatt”, “permabulatin”, “popsuckle”, and “prehisterical”. These words are forever engraved in the folds of my brain because of how absolutely ridiculous they are. But sometimes ridiculous is okay. In most cases, words are made up on the spot because of the necessity of having a new definition. An example occurred today at drama rehearsal. An alumnus returned to our lovely nest to help some of us with lead roles with specific scenes. He helped us pick apart our character’s motives for saying different lines, which felt like an analysis of The Little Mermaid. The alumnus, who will remain unnamed, tried to explain how Erynn (Sebastian) should manipulate her voice for a certain effect. I could tell that he was searching for the right word to use, but instead he settled on saying: “Use differentiality in your voice”. I can assure you that “differentiality” is not a real word. The words “differentiability” and “differentiate”, on the other hand, do qualify as real words. One reason the alumnus chose to say a word without a definite meaning in order to allow the receiver (Erynn) to interpret the meaning for herself. The other is that he wanted to be fancy and not settle for a simple, understandable, “boring” word. More often than not, listener interpretation and/or Lang-i-ness (sophistication) are the purposes for making up words.
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There is one time I know for sure I really am at a lost for words and it is usually when I am doing my homework. Usually Lang.. At times I know what I want to say. Now I don't always know but sometimes I do. For example my last blog. The last blog I wrote was on music, now in it we were asked to speak about a certain song and its lyrics. While trying to talk about one of my favorite songs I became frustrated, frustrated at nothing but myself. Just simply because I could not get my thoughts and views to come across the way I wanted them to. The reason for that was the lack of words in the dictionary that truly defined my feelings. The common very complimenting words that are used to describe a person or a thing are amazing, lovely, precious, moving, riveting, pleasant, there are just so many. In saying that though it becomes very frustrating when even though there is a long list I still cannot think of one that describes how I truly feel. Last week when describing one of my favorite artists Noah Gundersen's music I said “He writes fully and utterly honest, his music is elegant, soothing and quite pleasing.” I stand by what I said but I don't think what I said does him enough justice. Now this may sound crazy but to put one word to define his music and him I would have to mix three together. Precillmirable (preck- ill- mer-uh-bowl) it is a combination of the words precious, admirable and brilliant. Now that strong mix of words could really do some justice.
The correct word to describe how I feel almost every day is lostconfattled (lost-cun-fat-elled) a combination of the three words lost confused and rattled.This is usually how I feel when I look at certain homework and assignments and well just do not at any cost understand. Like this blog at the beginning. I was lostconfattled.
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DeleteThis is probably going to be the cheesiest blog post I have ever written. Everyone will be probably be like “oh my gosh shut up we don’t care.” By the way, I apologize in advance for using the word happiness so many times in the post. But the amount of happiness I feel is overwhelming. My life has never contained so much happiness. My level of happiness right now is off the roof and now that I think about it, there is so specific word to describe it. I cannot explain this feeling inside me. It’s butterflies and warmth and smiles and love and just an indescribable feeling. I sound so corny and cheesy but moments like I had tonight are the moments I fall in love with in life. The word that I made up will describe those special moments in life. Those moments when you are blasting music and singing in the car with the person you love being around the most. Those moments when you are looking at your significant other and can not help but smile. Those moments and memories when you look back at your first kiss with that person. Those moments when happiness suffocates you (in a good way). The moments when you feel safe in your favorite person’s arms. When love completely engulfs you. One word with one meaning in the english dictionary simply can not describe how you feel in these moments. These moments feel magical. Like it isn’t even real because it is so perfect. But magical is such a dull word. Magical simply is not enough to explain those feelings of happiness. The word euphormagicalistically describes those amazing moments because it has three separate definitions within itself. The word euphoria means an intense feeling of happiness. The moments you spend with someone you care about so deeply give you an intense feeling of euphoria. The moments where you have your first kiss with someone, or when you blast music and just feel so happy, feel magical. You feel like nothing else in the world except that moment matter. The word suffix istically just make the word sound even more amazing. It adds a little flare at the end to make it sound even happier. This word describes any moment a person has ever felt where they just feel so happy and cannot explain enough the intense feeling of euphormagicalistically :) This word was pretty easy to think of. I always felt that the words happy and magically did not captivate the true happiness felt in the moments I described. By putting all that together and adding a random ending, it helps truly define an amazing moment.
ReplyDeleteI suck at explaining almost everything and when I can’t use a word to describe said situation I get really nervous and frustrated. So, please laugh while I try to explain this thing and know that I’m already frustrated then don’t laugh at the word I choose because I will most likely be using it from now on.
ReplyDeleteI get incredibly attached to “weird” characteristics. I quoted weird because that’s what my friend said to me when I tried to explain this thing to her. Wait now that I am reading this back I realize that characteristic is the incorrect weird for this. So now I have no choice but to use my word now. The word I have created is: blasencinnus (bla-sen-si-nus). Stemming from the Latin words sensum, blanditia, inconcinnus meaning senses, attraction, nervous. Blasencinnus is used when describing the feeling you get when you hear someone’s voice and or smell their scent and it’s literally so comforting and it makes you feel really REALLY happy. That was vague, I’m sorry. I literally can’t describe this without naming the two people I’m talking about so I’ll tell you about it more in person. But anyways when I hear this one person’s specific voice it literally makes me feel so content and comforting and I could listen to said person talk for hours and the only word I can use to describe this feeling is blasencinnus. The other feeling is the one I get when I smell said persons specific scent and I know that sounds kind of weird. But I love the way this person smells so much and I could literally pick them out of a crowd. Blasencinnus is the best word to describe these two feelings.
I don’t really tend to make up words because I’m going to end up looking stupid. I am going to be the only one that knows what it means and it won’t be as funny. I mean, if they laugh it would be at my stupidity (laughing at me), rather than laughing with me. I will admit, when I do make up words it is funny for me because others don’t know what it means. There is a word that does come in mind in my daily vocabulary. It is a Spanish word, “pero.” In English language it translates to “but.” Notice the one t (so it doesn’t mean what you originally think). My whole family is Spanish, so everyone understands me when I speak Spanglish. That’s another word I like to use because that is my first Language. In the English language there are some words I do not know how to say so I just say it in Spanish, and vise versa. Spanglish is a beautiful language because it combines the only two languages I know. It shows my true Puertorican side.
ReplyDeleteThis blog, to me, is a little challenging. That is because I cannot really think of a word I would truly make up or have a word that I cannot explain but feel. The only thing I can think of is “bopportunity.” The word is a combination of bop and opportunity. Now let me tell you the story behind this word. Everyday my friend Justin gives Manny and I a ride home (because we live in Cologne and would rather not walk). And Justin being gives one of his little girl friends a ride home as well. So this day we were going to ball up. So after he drops this girl off, I'm like “If you gunna give her rides home you might as well call her your girlfriend.” And he responds “Nah nah.” So I question what's the point? And that's when he said “it's a bopportunity.”
I will not explain what the first word means. I will give examples though:
Example 1: Every time your girl comes over its a bopportunity.
Example 2: Netflix and chill is a HUGE bopportunity.
Example 3: after taking her to dinner and the movies, you should take her home so you don't miss out on the bopportunity.
Bopportunity is an abstract word only understood by a selected few. It's history lies in the mind of a senior who got rich off a law suit. A senior who whose back would always hurt after an accident (another law suit). A senior who's quote in high school is “A dog made me rich”. This word that he invented will be forever used and go down in history as one of the best words to ever be a part of the English Language. Remember his name- Justin Smith. And remember the kid who wrote a blog for Lang on him- Enrique.
P.S- please don't ask me what the first word means..
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ReplyDeleteFlabbergasted. That's the only word that came to my mind when I read his blog. It's kind of ironic that that word is a lot of what this post is about and how I felt about this post. Finding a new word or making up my own seems like an impossible task. Especially when you cannot even think of the easy words from day to day. I get caught up saying the wrong words everyday. I spell it wrong, I pronounce it wrong I mean anything you can think of when it comes to your head, I've done that. So when I'm asked to make up my own word I'm flabbergasted, and of course that word had to be one of those weird words. Anyone could have made that word up, a kid in another AP Lang class from another country writing a blog like this. I hope the word I come up with at the end of this blog will one day be used by high school students.
ReplyDeleteThe particular moment I would love to use for this blog is a story about when I was 14 or 15ish. I had gone to the water park with my best friend during the summer to have a good time. However that good time would sooner than later turn into historical laughter. Me and my best friend decide that we have to ride the biggest water slide there was in this park. We also however decide that it's okay as full grown teenagers to ride this thing together. In like one of those 2 tube things that come together, I hope you all know what I am talking about. Okay so let me recap; two full grown teenagers and one little tube thing. The whole way up we fought about who would get to go in the front and who would get to go in the back. I honestly don't even remember who was in the front and who was in the back anymore, for some reason though it was a pretty big deal back then. Okay so as we are trying to get on this small tube the lifeguard was telling us we had to hurry up and go down the water slide fast, instinctively we both just jumped in. As we are going down the slide, we decided that we needed to fix the way we were sitting. Really bad idea. Suddenly both of us hit the slide our floaty was behind us, we fell and hit every part of our body, we were going down a slide with no tube. Our tube was nowhere to be found. The whole way down, we had to slide down this thing with no tube. When we got to the end we were laughing so hard we couldn't see out of our eyes because they were filled with tears. I have never forgot that moment and probably never will. The feeling of pure happiness. The feeling of knowing that the person next to you was your sister and the feeling in your stomach from too much laughing. When you put them all together that's what we were feeling. Trust me it was great.
Telling this story to other people though was pretty hard because no one seemed to find it as funny as we did. They would all stare at us with a blank look. For the reason I need a word that could explain how I felt. I came up with; Glaish. That honestly just came from my head. The meaning thought it means; the feeling of pure happiness combined with everlasting laugh and a really painful stomach ache. When you feel Glaish you just feel you. You feel free and loved. That's my word, it may have no roots or anything but it does mean something to me. Atleast from now on it does. I hope to feel some kind of Glaish every single day.
You know what really sucks? That intense feeling of disappointment when a friend cancels well-awaited and excited plans, or a person you like just randomly stops talking to you. It feels like you’re punched in the stomach and you really don’t know what you did wrong. I guess you COULD say that the word for this would be disappointment. But this is not the correct word to describe the pain that goes along with this disappointment.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was scheduled to get my braces off, I was so freaking excited. I was already over treatment by about a year to a year and a half. I finally made the decision to cut my hair short, and getting my braces off was supposed to be the icing on the cake. Then my orthodontist says, “oh no…” Great. Awesome. So, now I know she’s going to tell me bad news. And boy was I right. Another three weeks with these wretched braces. So I got in the car, totally defeated, devastated, and hopeless, all in one. And that’s exactly why “disappointment/ disappointed” simply doesn’t do it.
I think the word I would make up would be “devopelessment”. Even though it’s just those words above smashed together, it still encompasses the idea or feelings. The definition would probably be; the pain and emotions associated with extreme let-down or disappointment. This could apply to so many situations in life. Apathetic boys, back-stabbing friends, or perhaps bad relationships with family. Unfortunately, I had to make up this sad word for this week :(
Purdollate- noun
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The feeling of the having extreme emotions or emotional pain take over one's body
The Latin meaning of this word: Pur- pure, Dol- pain, Late- broad, wide
I don’t make up words and if I do I don’t mean to. If I can’t find the word I am looking for, I’ll use a synonym even if it’s weaker than the actual word. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to combine two words together to make them sound legit. So instead, I decided to shout out random things that came into my mind on my way to class. Then, my word purdollate came out of my mouth. It sounded like a real word so I looked it up on Google. Luckily for me, it wasn’t but it does sound like an SAT vocab word. ;)
I thought about what the word could mean then it hit me. Whenever I like somebody (aka think they are cute) and they have a girlfriend or are talking to someone and I see them in the hallways or the mall or somewhere, I guess one could say I get anxious. I just find it awkward. My heart rate picks up and I automatically avoid eye contact with them until I pass by them. I don’t know why I do this. There was never really a good word for that feeling until now. My body kind of just takes over. The purdollation overwhelms my body and does things only my subconscious can control. In another instance, if ones significant other breaks up with them and they were in love, they would be filled with sadness throughout their entire body. Sadness is their purdollation while anxiousness is mine. I am definitely going to find a way to use this word at least once a week in a casual conversation.
In my early teenager stages, I would always think that the entire world was against me. That everything I did was put down by the world surrounding me. I felt like everything and everyone disapproved me and my actions all the time. But luckily, when my dad noticed that I already got to that age and began thinking so negatively, he snapped me out of it and told me that the world was not against me! That, practically, no one gave a dang about me. At the time, I refused to listen because I was very confident in that I was right and that he was not (just like a typical teenager). But anyway, in time I realized how correct my father was and I accepted his truth, until it became my truth.
ReplyDeleteNow, I definitely know that the world is not against me, people do not degrade me in any way, and, as far as I know, no one wants to do anything bad to me. I understand that I am too insignificant for this world to care about, but yet, there are still those times when I completely and utterly feel crushed inside and feel like nothing is going well for me. That everything that I have tried to do has been pointless. No matter what I do, it renders to be useless. During these kinds of moments, I am confused, feel depressed for a short period of time, and I am disappointed in myself. I get an unbelievably odd feeling in my chest area, that I cannot describe with a single word, but it feels like as if my heart literally tears in half, and, also, get a weird, empty feeling in my stomach that feels like a black hole, sucking the breath out of my lungs. I am usually in tears during such moments and most likely yelling quietly to myself, saying "Why? Why? I don't understand! Why?" The reason I ask the question "why?" is because, at such times, I am confused about what I have done wrong and at the same time disappointed in myself for what I have not done correctly or have not done at all. During this time, I feel very pathetic and worthless, but not so much that I want to kill myself. Just enough so that I do not feel talking for the rest of the day because I am so broken inside.
There are multifarious things that causes me to fall into this "chaos," but the most interesting thing about this period of confusion and tears is that all those things, all those negative emotions, thoughts, comments, and realizations, hit me all at ONCE! And when all those things hit me all at one time, I lose and fall into a temporary dark abyss, with tears and indescribable feelings that I receive in my chest and stomach. One of the few words I could relate those feelings to are "depression" and "disappointment." I chose to combine these two words to create a new word to describe the odd feelings that I receive during those moments of confusion and chaos.
DeleteI chose the word "depression" because when I look at the word, I split it up into two halves, and give it another look. I split this word up into the two halves of "de" and "press." (I know those are just little parts of the word, but just keep with me here). I see the "de" as a force of power that is trying to put me DOWN. I see it as a type of a prefix that means "down." And as for "press," it is self-explanatory. I see it as something pressing me against something else, if that makes sense. So the "de" and "press," to me, gives the word "depression" a different meaning than it already holds. Depression; a feeling that PRESSES me DOWN against the floor, in a sense. A feeling that grounds me with all its might. A feeling that takes so much emotional, and even physical, energy to escape because it burdens me all so much. That is a different way that I look at the word "depression."
As for the word "disappointment," I look at it in two parts of "dis" and "point." To me, the "prefix" "dis" describes a misdirection. And the part "point," again, is very self-explanatory, which describes a target. Something you "point" to and move towards to. So, in a whole, the word "disappointment" holds a different meaning to me of falling of my objective, or not being able to follow my quest properly.
I look at those two words, "depression" and "disappointment," in such ways because when I am in that state of confusion and chaos, I feel like I am grounded by my emotions and thoughts (and also by what other people have said to me) and I feel "disappointed" because, to somewhat prevent all those negative things from happening to me, I could have done something better. I could have accomplished something good and productive and the fact that I did not, builds guilt within my stomach to the point where it feels empty. And the word that I came up with to describe this odd feeling is "Dispresspoint." I understand it lacks creativity and I also understand that it sounds silly, but who ever said that I was creative and not silly? Anyway, the best synonym for the awkward word above would be "Void." Void, aka emptiness, aka a dark abyss, aka a black hole, aka the unknown, aka I don't even know anymore...
It honestly took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write about but nonetheless I wanted to find a word that applies to my daily life. In our society, we often chose to ignore certain things for our own or others benefit. For Example, if you friend says something that really pisses you off but you chose to ignore it instead of any sort of creating conflict between both parties. Also, another example would be when someone pretends something doesn’t exist in order to create an unoriginal worn-out joke which for some unknown reason tends to happen to me on a daily basis. Anyway, the word that describes this would be “Nocalves” this stems from two English words “No” and “Calf”. For some strange reason, I often am associated with having no calves which are why I felt the need to create a word that describes the utter and complete disregard for something that obviously has existence. It is very hard to find a synonym for this word because if you don’t know me and how much verbal abuse my calves take then it honestly seems quite idiotic. The word ignorant seems to relate the closest because you’re acting uninformed about something. Still it is unknown to me whatever inspired my calves to be a source of ridicule within my friend group and sports teams, but I guess it is what it is.
ReplyDeleteWhen you’re thirteen year old girl, boys are a whole new world to you. They don’t seem as gross and annoy as they were before. This moment of realization comes to everyone over time or, in my case, a single moment. I go to a Christian Camp with my family every year in the summer and we stay very busy there. Every day contains various activities and games that you can participate in. There is one game in particular that pretty much every teenager on the campus plays. We call it persecution because it’s based of the Bible but it’s basically cops and robbers played across the whole entire campus. During the summer when I was 13 my friend Kate and I became friendly with the pastor’s kids at this camp. Of course those two boys were really cute, athletic, and funny so Kate and I thought they’d be good partners for persecution. Between the two brothers the older one, Noah, was cuter and the first manly-ish guy I’d ever been friends with so naturally I liked him a lot. Flashback to that moment I talked about earlier. Kate, the younger brother, Noah, and myself were cautiously walking around this building when suddenly someone warned, “There’s a guard coming!” The four of us hurriedly assembled ourselves into a small crevice in building next to us. Being that is was night time the guards probably wouldn’t be able to see us but stupid Elena decided to wear a light gray t-shirt. Kate took quick notice and whispered, “Cover Elena!” Noah turned around and held his sweater over me as fast as he could. I never felt so nervous in my entire life. Our chests were touching and all I can remember was hearing him breathing really loud. This was the closest I’d ever been to a boy and suddenly I saw him in a different light. His eyes looked brighter, his arms looked stronger, and his hug seemed to fit me right. After the two minutes I began to feel really nervous and whispered, “I think they’re gone now.” I was finally released from the nerve-wrecking position. When I went back to school that fall I thought I had the hottest summer story to tell. But now that I look back that moment really awkward and I don’t think he like me at all. In fact, I think he had a crush on my friend Kate. So although that moment we shared seemed to be the second our love story began, in my young teenager eyes, in reality he only did it so that our team wouldn’t get caught. Because my interaction with this boy was the first I truly liked a guy the word I would give this story is exciting. However, I feel that does not grasp how nervous and different I felt in that moment and really could not be described in one word. Therefore, the word that I will create for my story is boyfounderish. The noun of boyfounderish is boyfoundery which clearly defines the moment when a girl discovers she what it is to like a guy.
ReplyDeleteA synonym for my word would be nostalgia. I have a tendency of reliving the past. Consequently, this often gives me the feeling of nostalgia. However, I like nostalgia because of the different emotions it gives me. Whether it’s a good or bad memory, nostalgia gives me a feeling of homesickness for that specific moment in time. Plus, it comes from the Greek word “nostos,” meaning “return home.” Therefore, it’s no coincidence why this word’s root is spot on to the feeling it gives someone.
ReplyDeleteMany things could trigger this yearning for the past; sights, smells, tastes, etc. Although, for me the biggest trigger for nostalgia is music. Getting nostalgia from music is on a whole different level of homesickness, or longing for the past. There’s so many way music triggers a past memory. It could be that I was distressed during that stretch of time and a song came on the radio that got stuck in my head. Hearing a certain song will make me remember a specific memory so vividly it’s like I was in a dream for a second. Not only that, but I could feel the exact emotions I felt during that time. For example, during my sophomore year there was a couple weeks where I was very anxious because I was waiting to hear some news from a specific person. During those couple weeks, I was a nervous wreck. However, within those days I heard the song “Tuesday” for the first time. Now, unfortunately every time I hear the song “Tuesday,” all the anxiety from that time comes back and hits me. I even remember exactly how I heard the song too. I was in the car after a dentist appointment, and that song came on. I wasn’t exactly completely paying attention to it because I was too busy thinking and worrying; it was sort of like background music to me. But somehow, the song imprinted in my brain and now I cringe everytime I hear it. Another way music triggers this, is when somebody shows me a new song. When somebody shows me a new song that I eventually grow to really like, the song reminds me of them.
Finally, my word is “musetalgia.” Musetalgia is when a song triggers a certain emotion from a past memory due to the fact you were feeling some type of way when you heard it. I have musetalgia almost everyday, and I probably will forever.
Make up a word? Interesting. I can actually work with this one. I’ve been stressing out about this blog for the past few days because I was ill advised by multiple people about the question. I was told I had to tell a story about a time that I created a word, now that would have probably ended with me either creating a story off the top of my head, or writing an irrelevant, discursive blog in order to avoid the question. Now I have no problem with this because I have a couple options on which to write this about. I’m boutta rant because my word is negative, bear with me.
ReplyDeleteNow this is a word used when you are angry and/or sad and/or tired and/or frustrated and/or annoyed and/or whatever negative adjective you would like to use. The word will not be revealed until the end, no cheating, do not scroll down. The closest synonym I would use is probably fuck. Very simple but very powerful. A strong word used to express frustration (not the other meaning of this vulgar term.) I am going to describe a few situations where this word would be appropriate. Actually I am going to give it to you now because I began writing my examples and I kept wanting to use the word. Now when this creative mind gets going you can’t hold it back for the cause of suspense, so here is the word.
Fodsham
(Fuck+God+Shit+Damn it)
Excuse my vulgar language but it is necessary. “F”, “S”, and “G D it” are my go to words when I have a feeling of frustration, anger or sadness, so why not combine them? This can be used as an exclamation, an adjective a verb, or if you change it a little bit to “Fodshammity” it can even be a noun. Okay now that you know a somewhat definition and the origin of my word, here are some examples.
When I get home and my dad calls me out of my room for some dumb stuff: When I get home from a long day of school, especially if I lifted or went to a sport, I love to just lay down on my bed or the floor. (depending on if I stink or not) And when my father calls me to the living room and asks one stupid, fruitless question , fodsham it!
When It’s 2 am and I still have not completed my homework: I like to sleep between the hours of 10 pm and 12 am on school nights, so when it is way past the time i would like to go to sleep, and I am still doing something that has to be done by the next day, so fodsham.
When i get curved by a female: When I develop a liking a female, i usually just sit around attempting to throw little hints when we speak face to face asking my friends for advice. And then when I feel the time is right, I slide in the dms, or the text messages, or in rare situations, the snapchat chat. So when i finally get the nerve to slide in those text messages, and it seems like it’s been a while since I texted her, and I check the message to see if I missed something, and i see the dreadful words “Read 1:54pm,” complete, utter, horrible fodshammity.
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ReplyDeleteSitting at my computer for a good half hour just staring at the screen trying to figure out what I should write about. I thought I found the perfect word that I had created but I had another one in the back of my head. I legit had a argument with myself, but me and ,myself finally picked the right word. Have you ever just been so tired towards the end of your long day that you just fall into our comfortable bed. Referring to my peers in school, especially on how stressful your day at school can be. This goes out to all my student-athletes as well. You might be tired after your stressful day at school but you’ll be exhausted after attending school then going straight to practice after. After practice, I don’t know about you but when I get home I’m slumped. I mean mama wakes me up and tells me do my homework but yea you get the point I’m beyond tired when I get home. You may use this new word that’ll reshape America’s way of speaking of tired emotions forever.
ReplyDeleteWhen you have nothing but “E”(Empty) in the tank, you get very exhausted and you would like to take a nap. The word slumped means to plunge or fall heavily. For example, you ever have your hand on you chin while dozing of in class then , boom ! Your whole head just falls of your hand. The word exhausted means drained of one's physical power. I can relate to both of these words “slumped” and “exhausted” almost everyday. Exhausted and slumped isn’t even the right words I be feeling. The way I be feeling is so strong that I might just have to make a whole new word. Not a part of a word but a whole one. I have decided that on February 3, 2016 I will combine the words exhausted and slumped to make my very own word… “Exhumped”. One day you will find this word in one of your urban dictionaries and I would like to take full credit. Try going on www.dictionary.com in a few yeard and search up the word “Exhumped” in the search enging and I bet that word pops up. No need to say two different words for the same emotions that your feeling when tired. All you have to say now is “I’m exhumped”. You're welcome America. It’s the most amazing thing to just make up your own words. After I post this blog I’ll fall in my bed and say “boy I’m exhumped”
When I read the blog, I got really excited because I knew what word I was going to use right off the bat. Since English is my second language, people often ask me to talk in my language which I try not to do as much as possible because it sounds weird to a non-speaker. Anyways, I am often at a loss for words when people ask me what a certain thing is. This usually happens with my food. What I often eat for lunch is quite popular in India, but is unsurprisingly esoteric in United States. I often have to try to generalize the food into categories they know of or just say what it is mainly made of. My word though will not be about the kind of food I eat. My word is called “salivora” which means the act of consuming someone else’s saliva either by sharing food or utensils. The word is a combination of latin root words “saliva” (which means saliva) and devoro (which means to devour, consume).
ReplyDeleteIn India, it is taboo to eat or drink from a utensil previously used by someone else unless if the someone else is someone close like mom, dad, or spouse. For example, let's say that there was a glass of ice that Bryan consumed ice from. If someone else not close to Bryan uses the same utensil to consume ice as well, then the other person would be committing salivora.
I was often told by my parents and grandparents that if I drank water from my dad’s or mom’s glass (not at the same time; after he is done eating of course) as a small kid for a long time, I would get their qualities. As a child, I believed everything they said. Now, not so much. Salivora is considered a bad thing to do with the general public.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how many words exist, we can’t find the perfect one that matches our story, explanation, and etc. Most of the time, I struggle finding the right word or phrase that help out my story or explanation. During that time, I feel like an idiot just thinking “what word perfectly helps out my story”. It forces me to use synonyms and it would poorly represent my intended description. Maybe I suck at explaining things to others. Like I get the concept and meaning of a lesson, but I can’t teach or explain it to another person. I would say something unrelated to the lesson or I get tongue tie and pronounce things wrong. That is why I can’t be a teacher or tutor.
Now onto the word itself. Since I was watching the Rocky trilogy earlier and I watched Creed recently, I decided to create the word “Unredemo”. It is the combination of the first two letters of 4 words; underdog, resilient, determined, and motivated. It means a person who has no chance of winning, but never gives up. In Rocky IV, Rocky knew Apollo was an unredemo person when he is in critical condition, but still want to fight. It is a word that describes a person who has the odds against them, but they might as well go out with a bang. I see myself as unredemo. Even though I have bad grades and I do poorly in a class, I don’t stop and I never give up until I improve myself.
I’ve always needed the extra power in my words whenever my ancestor like storytelling skills came into play. This blog reminds me of music and the way I interpret music. Music doesn’t tell you directly what the emotion of the piece is, there are certain songs where you can feel enraged, enlightened, and exuberant. As you all know, I’ve been in the band since the fourth grade; and I’ve learned so much. but the place in music that I’ve learned a lot in is Jazz Music. I’m also a drummer which you already know what that means. I can’t keep still, I have to move at least one part of my body. Big inspirations of Jazz Drumming for me are Buddy Rich and Gene Krupa. They’re both excellent musician who had a crazy foot and left-hand combination while on the set and keeping that same swing right. If you’ve watched you know what I’m talking about.
ReplyDeleteThe creation of my word combines the two words of Change and Velocity. This thus combines into Chanocity. The word chanocity means to change the speeds of you’re playing while watching the conductor. A close synonym would be structure. Structure in music; represents how the whole music piece is put together and the differences that make up the piece. Chanocity.
Do you know that feeling you get when you're laying in your bed on a warm day and you can hear the rain hitting your window? It's my favorite feeling. I love sitting with my blankets, listening to it. It's almost like comfort but that doesn't quite describe it.
ReplyDeleteThis has been a feeling that I have loved for a long time. When I came home from school and I realized that it was raining, I was instantly happy. But how could I describe this feeling in a way that makes sense?
I think if I had to make this feeling, I'd name it "Peacefort". That sounds absolutely stupid, but I wanted to combine "peace" with "comfort" because they both describe this feeling, but together it makes a lot more sense.
I specifically mean warm rain, though. I do enjoy any type of rain, but warm rain is my favorite. In the summer, I will get up at 6 AM, make coffee, yogurt, and sit outside while it is raining. I can sit outside for hours and listen to my favorite music with the sound of the rain in the background. There's nothing else that makes me feel this way.
I wish that I could spend every day outside at 6 AM while it rains. I spend the entire fall and winter waiting for spring and summer rain. Hopefully since Puxatony Phil said that there will be an early spring, I won't have to wait so long.
We are all passionate and/ or utterly obsessed with someone, something, or a particular feeling. For most, that someone, something, or particular feeling makes you feel a way you’ve never experienced ever before. Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t have to be a happy, giddy feeling, you can certainly be utterly obsessed with the feeling of hatred or hating someone. But for me, I get this crazy feeling-- a feeling I would never in a million years be able to put a real word to-- when I see my nephew. Okay, this might sound silly, but really, he changed my life. I wrote my first marking period occasional paper on my “best friend Blake,” that’s how important he is to me. Family is everything to me but Blake is different from the rest of my family. I’ve grown up knowing my family since I was born-- so I’ve known them all my life. 2011 was a rough year for me and that’s when Blake was born. He’s known me for his whole life, four and a half years to be exact, but I’ve only known him four and a half years out of the sixteen and a half years I’ve been alive. The second I saw my newborn nephew laying naked, unbathed, and crying under a red light, oh man I can’t even explain to you what I felt-- but it’s something I never felt before. You would think I was his mother who just gave birth to him as my son from the feeling I’m about to TRY to explain, but no he’s just my nephew.
ReplyDeleteIt was a feeling of awe, pure happiness, and serenity. Like I said, 2011 did me dirty and there were only a handful of times throughout that year that I was happy. But, on July 31, 2011, when my nephew was born, that all changed. He was the happiness I was missing out on for months and months at a time. Til’ this day I get that feeling when I see him. The way he looks at me with such a big smile and tells me how much he loves me and how he tells me I’m beautiful is a feeling I can’t put into words. His love for me is pure and the joy he brings into my life is like no other.
If I HAD to pick a REAL word to TRY to explain this feeling… it’s be euphoria. Although it doesn’t do this feeling justice, that’s the closest thing I can think off. The feeling I get is pure happiness-- or euphoria. But the word that describes this feeling to the t is copulaesthalac. This word, although it sounds ridiculous, means a lot. “copul” means a bond, “aesth” means a feeling, and “alac” means cheerful. I came up with this word specifically so that it has meaning behind it. This feeling isn’t just happy, or glad, or thankful, it’s much more. A word so complex with so much meaning is the only word to describe this feeling.