Words of the Day

I don't really have anything to blog about per se, so I'll just let Dictionary.com's "Word of the Day" entries inspire me. I used to subscribe to "Word of the Day" email, until I got too busy to keep up with the backlog (they really do come every single day). Now I pick up new words the old-fashioned way - from other kids in the schoolyard. Hahaha, just joking, mostly from stuff I read and of course, Reader's Digest Word Power, when I have a chance to read it. So, here are my reactions to a few of the site's words.

Sporadic: occuring singly, or occasionally, or in scattered instances.
This certainly describes a lot of things in my love life - good ideas, good choices, good sense, common sense. All occur only sporadically when I deal with love. What really frustrates me is that I usually know the right course of action, yet I still insist on doing the exact opposite. Someone asked me why I don't buckle down and get my driver's license. I will, one day, but you know, I enjoy being driven around. It's one of the rare instances in my life (a sporadic occurrence, if you will) where I can depend wholly on someone else. Of course, it doesn't mean I just get into random cars; I won't get into a car whose driver I don't trust. The people I let drive me are the people I trust. See, that's good sense; why can't I apply that to love?

Bonhomie: pleasant and easy manner.
I haven't got bonhomie. I'm not terribly pleasant and take it from the people who know me, my manner is anything but easy. I'm a sulker, I'm petulant, I'm easily angered, I'm cruel. I'm no fun at parties because I suck at small talk. Plus, I hate parties. I have a bad habit of overusing annoying phrases - for awhile it was "That's so contrived". Lately I realize that I add super before every adjective, as in, "It's super-cute" or "He's super-dumb" or whatnot. Makes me sound like a retarded teenaged girl with a limited descriptive vocabulary. And, I can't ever let anything go. Trespasses committed against me from the first grade I still remember with frightening accuracy, and I'll say right off the bat that if I ever crossed paths with the offenders again and I had a chance to hurt them, I would. If you're familiar with him, I'm like Constantin Demiris in Sidney Sheldon's The Other Side of Midnight. I never forget - and more importantly, forgive - a fault. Bonhomie? Non-existent in my personality.

Hobbledehoy: an awkward, gawky young fellow.
Hahaha, I know one such person. The funny thing, it's only an image. Underneath, he's as sharp-tongued as they come, and when he wants to be, he can be so articulate, you'd be shocked. For me, he epitomizes that old saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover." I am, of course, talking about Goldfinger. The most clever thing about Goldfinger is that he encourages his image as hobbledehoy. Hey, who's more deadly? The murderer who jumps in your face with a gun or the sniper who puts a bullet through your heart a street away? Yup, that's Goldfinger. You never even see him coming. I admire that about him, having the restraint to bite back his tongue, mulling it over and coming up with insults that put all of mine to shame. I wish I could be more like him, but unfortunately, I'm an open book. Everything you'd ever need to know about me, you could read off my face - or this blog.

Defenestrate: to throw out of a window.
My only reaction to this word is - I can't believe I've been living my life in so much ignorance that I've actually had to say "throw out a window" when I could've gotten the work done with only one word!

Implacable: incapable of being pacified.
I don't think I'm terribly implacable. There are certain lines that I draw, that if someone crosses, well, then I'm implacable, but for the most part, I'm open to apologies, so long as they're sincere. The thing about me is, if I get angry with someone, I want them to stay with me. I may walk away, but they should walk after me. I don't care how loud I get, how furious, what things I throw or say. The key is, they don't leave me. The moment they leave me (and you'd be surprised how many people think everyone wants time off to "cool down"), my anger rises exponentially. If it reaches that point of no return, that's pretty much it. And then I'm implacable.

Final thought: The limits of my language are the limits of my world. Ludwig Wittgenstein