The Good Ones:
Have you had it happen to you that you heard a word and you didn’t know what it meant, but you absolutely loved it? “Mellifluous” is one of those words for me! It means sweet sounding and to me it does, in and of itself.
From the Oxford English Dictionary:
Adjective – (of a sound) pleasingly smooth and musical to hear:
her low mellifluous voice
It that not music to your ears, just to hear this word? It makes me go all mellow and woozy inside(and a bit wobbly at the knees)!
More examples of some exquisite words are: “shenanigans, troglodyte and tintinnabulations”
The Messed-up Ones:
Then there are words that get me all confused, like the verb “to stroke”. Don’t you get mixed up feelings, when you hear that? For example: He stroked her silken hair and forthwith got a heart attack! The conflicting images that this word conjures up, should not be allowed in the English language. I move we strike that term from the record. And there is the added discomfort of those three consonants together: str-, which is called a cluster, if I remember correctly(should be called a clusterfuck, in my considered opinion!)
‘to caress’ sounds a lot better and there is no ambiguity about this term in my poor mind, but it can not hold a candle to the Spanish word for it: acariciar, where the second ‘c’ is pronounced like ‘th’. Does this not languidly slide off the tongue?
More examples of messed-up ones: to sue?(what has Sue ever done to you?), suitcase(tied up in a lawsuit?), palpable(sounds yucky to me!)
The Bad Ones:
I have a fundamental distrust of the word “date”. Oh, they are alright for eating, when they happen to grow on trees! BUT… I can not wrap my head around the concept of dating. I have been with women and we have had good times together and we even did and saw some interesting things together. It is the confining aspect of this word, one that conjures up all sorts of rules and regulation, which upsets me. Most people think that going on a date, should go according to a certain script. Who, I ask you, wrote this script? Who laid down these rules, because one thing is for certain and that is that they did definitely NOT consult yours truly.
Should not the whole idea of “a date” be, to have a good time with someone who you like and/or love and this without having to think of how you should behave? Or in other words, should you not be allowed to be yourself. As a matter of fact, if you are not being yourself, are you then not in effect misrepresenting your own persona or lying to your partner(to be). Is it considered a good thing now, to start off a relationship with lies?
Let’s say, I’m in a restaurant and I suddenly get a fancy to take my knife in my left hand and my fork in my right one to eat, would this be against the rules? Would I severely traumatise the lady I took to dinner? Would it leave her scarred for the rest of her life? Would the other diners get up in shock, throw their arms up in the air and leave? If they did, I’d say: “Sorry, but that’s just me being me!”
I shall tell you a sordid secret about me. If after reading this, you choose never to read any of my Tittbits ever again, I shall quite understand. I have been known to kiss on the first date! Isn’t that an outrage, an utter breach of decorum, a violation of the rules that hold together our society? Should I perhaps be excommunicated and turned into a pariah for this aberrant behaviour? I have also been known only to kiss a certain lady, whom I still love with all my heart, after having known her for five years, but that was my decision and of course hers!
Methinks that Hollywood has indoctrinated a significant segment of the world’s population into acting out their lives and not really living them! I have one golden rule: If it doesn’t physically hurt or mentally harm those around me, it’s alright to do it! This with the proviso that I will not live my life to appease the narrow-minded or mentally straight-jacketed amongst you! Alright, I shall go to a certain length to try not to upset the apple cart, but I will not let it go to the extent, where I start to feel confined to a social jail. One of my favourite sayings is: Let’s agree to disagree! And this is all I will say on this subject for now.
Some more words I have issues with:
Why is it considered inappropriate to use the word “FUCK”, but not the word “KILL”(or rape, war, and so on)?
Alright, I shall shut my trap, before this gets out of hand.
P.S.: I can not resist! I love the word: hypocrisy!