Tag: words

  • A New Word: Nighthawk

    nighthawk – n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night – an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming future – which you sometimes manage to forget for weeks, only to feel it land on your shoulder once again, quietly building a nest.

    I am typically not a night person. I tend to fall asleep early (avoiding late night movies or events) and I can often sleep through the night. I tend to awaken a bit more as I age, but in general I’m not plagued by any sort of insomnia and am not awake at night.

    Not often.

    However, I often to have various commitments coming, lots of travel, and a chaotic life. Often I find myself reviewing a mental to-do list, worrying that I’ve forgotten something or I didn’t complete a task. I do have a physical list, but often there are so many repeating items that I don’t always write them down.

    This usually comes before I speak at some event, and I find myself waking and worrying at night that I didn’t get something done before my presentation the next day.

    Interestingly, I almost never think about forgetting to schedule a newsletter. I do that sometimes, but rarely.

    From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

  • A New Word: Emodox

    emodox – someone whose mood is perpetually out of sync with everyone else around them, prone to feelings of naptime panic, heart-to-heart snark, or dance club pensiveness.

    I had to look up pensiveness as I wasn’t completely sure what this means. It is deep serious thoughtfulness, which is something I certainly engage in at times.

    In general, I am often in touch with what’s happening around me and I can be in sync with the moods and situation. I tend to be empathetic, and deep feelings from others cause me to react. Certainly I misread things, but I’m not out of sync.

    Usually.

    There are times when I experience this, and I’m very, very uncomfortable. With family, or with my wife, I can let them know. If I’m in other situations, I might just walk away and leave, or linger outside of whatever is going on around me. I can be snarky and snappy, which isn’t a great reaction, which is why I have learned to try and extract myself from situations when I feel this.

    From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

  • A New Word: Vaucasy

    vaucasy – n. the feat that you’re little more than a product of your circumstances, that for all the thought you put into shaping your believes and behaviors and relationships, you’re essentially a dog being trained by whatever stimuli you happen to encounter, reflexively drawn to whoever gives you reliable hits of pleasure, skeptical of ideas that make you feel powerless.

    I think a lot about how my life has gone, and how I react to things. My thoughts, my behaviors, and how my past shapes me. I do try to learn more, and I think I do a good job.

    I’m also proud of watching my kids grow and change as adults. When I look at them, I think they have a really interesting mix of things they inherited from my wife or I, and also from their experiences. They are all very different, but similar.

    Vaucasy is certainly something that I think affects all of us. There is a very human need to react to simuli, looking for pleasure. I also think we can change that and put our thoughts into shaping behaviors and thoughts, but it takes effort.

    It’s worth it.

    From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

  • A New Word: Heartspur

    heartspur – n.  an unexpected surge of emotion in response to a seemingly innocuous trigger – the distinctive squeal of a rusty fence, a key change in an old pop song, the hint of a certain perfume – which feels all the more intense because you can’t quite pin it down

    I certainly feel heartspur at times. I can be emotional, and I find that there are lots of things that trigger memories. Often I know why or when the memory occurred, but not always. Especially as I get older.

    Recently I heard Waterfalls on a playlist. I remember listening to this with my wife in the car, and it’s a great song. But I know that I heard this before I met her, and evoked a strong emotion of sadness. I can’t quite remember why, and still don’t.

    If only I’d had a smartphone in 1994 and had taken a lot of pictures. Maybe I’d know why this one trigger something.

    From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows