🦊 What's the word I'm looking for...?

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I love words. I love reading. I love learning new words and expressions and using them.

I get a bit annoyed at those who condemn me for doing so. If you don’t know what I mean by something then ask me. Don’t cop out and consider me an enemy because you don’t want to make the effort to understand.

So with that I wanted to start a post where anyone could contribute to furthering this cause… :slight_smile:

Have you ever had a feeling or emotion you can’t put into a word or phrase?

There may well indeed be one for what you are thinking or feeling.

I offer up the following (which is in no way all inclusive or complete):


Some words for emotional expression


Madrigal

n.

  • A song for two or three unaccompanied voices.
  • A short poem, often about love, suitable for being set to music.
  • A polyphonic song using a vernacular text and written for four to six voices

adj./adv.

  • describing a noun, scene, action, or event as this form of music.

Surreal

adj.

  • Having qualities attributed to or associated with surrealism.
  • Having an oddly dreamlike quality.
  • Resembling a dream: fantastic and incongruous

Epiphany

n.

  • A sudden insight or intuitive understanding.
  • A revelatory manifestation of a divine being.
  • A Christian feast celebrating the manifestation of the divine nature of Jesus to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi, traditionally observed on January 6.

Eloquence

n.

  • Persuasive, moving, or graceful discourse.
  • The skill or power of using such discourse.
  • The quality of persuasive, moving, or graceful expression.

Elegance

n.

  • Refinement, grace, and beauty in movement, appearance, or manners.
  • Tasteful opulence in form, decoration, or presentation.
  • Restraint and grace of style.

Opulence

n.

  • Wealth; affluence.
  • Great abundance or extravagance.
  • Wealth; riches; affluence.

Colloquial

adj.

  • Characteristic of or appropriate to the spoken language or to writing that seeks the effect of speech; informal.
  • Relating to conversation; conversational.
  • Pertaining to, or used in, conversation, esp. common and familiar conversation; conversational; hence, unstudied; informal.

Colloquial words and phrases for hard to explain emotions


Onism

n. the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience. Imagine standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

Mal de Coucou

n. a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.

Sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Chrysalism

n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.

Altschmerz

n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.

Occhiolism

n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.

Ambedo

n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.

Nodus Tollens

n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

Liberosis

n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

Vemödalen

n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.

Kairosclerosis

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Vellichor

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

Rückkehrunruhe

n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.

Nighthawk

n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

Dead Reckoning

n. to find yourself bothered by someone’s death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by—still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more adrift.

Pâro

n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.

Midsummer

n. a feast celebrated on the day of your 26th birthday, which marks the point at which your youth finally expires as a valid excuse—when you must begin harvesting your crops, even if they’ve barely taken root—and the point at which the days will begin to feel shorter as they pass, until even the pollen in the air reminds you of the coming snow.

Adronitis

n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.

Rigor Samsa

n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.

Silience

n. the kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious quality, accidentally overlooking buried jewels that may not be flawless but are still somehow perfect.

Fitzcarraldo

n. an image that somehow becomes lodged deep in your brain—maybe washed there by a dream, or smuggled inside a book, or planted during a casual conversation—which then grows into a wild and impractical vision that keeps scrambling back and forth in your head like a dog stuck in a car that’s about to arrive home, just itching for a chance to leap headlong into reality.

Keyframe

n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering.

Gnossienne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.

Anecdoche

n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening, simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of Scrabble, with each player borrowing bits of other anecdotes as a way to increase their own score, until we all run out of things to say.

Catoptric Tristesse

n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.

Anemoia

n. nostalgia for a time you’ve never known. Imagine stepping through the frame into a sepia-tinted haze, where you could sit on the side of the road and watch the locals passing by. Who lived and died before any of us arrived here, who sleep in some of the same houses we do, who look up at the same moon, who breathe the same air, feel the same blood in their veins—and live in a completely different world.

Mimeomia

n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”

Monachopsis

n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.

Semaphorism

n. a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.

Énouement

n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real world—who your baby sister would become, what your friends would end up doing, where your choices would lead you, exactly when you’d lose the people you took for granted—which is priceless intel that you instinctively want to share with anybody who hadn’t already made the journey, as if there was some part of you who had volunteered to stay behind, who was still stationed at a forgotten outpost somewhere in the past, still eagerly awaiting news from the front.

Daguerreologue

n. an imaginary interview with an old photo of yourself, an enigmatic figure who still lives in the grainy and color-warped house you grew up in, who may well spend a lot of their day wondering where you are and what you’re doing now, like an old grandma whose kids live far away and don’t call much anymore.

Kenopsia

n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.

The Tilt Shift

n. a phenomenon in which your lived experience seems oddly inconsequential once you put it down on paper, which turns an epic tragicomedy into a sequence of figures on a model train set, assembled in their tiny classrooms and workplaces, wandering along their own cautious and well-trodden paths—peaceable, generic and out of focus.

Jouska

n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head—a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback—which serves as a kind of psychological batting cage where you can connect more deeply with people than in the small ball of everyday life, which is a frustratingly cautious game of change-up pitches, sacrifice bunts, and intentional walks.

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I had no idea @JackN you were a human dictionary. :+1:

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This is a real thing? I had no idea, I always thought replaying events and conversations in my head was usually a symptom of unforgiveness towards someone, since I usually experience this when I’m mad at someone and think of alternate ways I could of handled the situation. Which in all honesty usually are not the most Christian ways to handle said situation.

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I like a lot of these. Here’s one of my favorites. I find a lot of conversations with people to be Anecdoche.

It is like people don’ really listen or even want to really listen. They think they are listening, but they just jump in and talk about their own perceptions of what they ‘Think’ you are saying when what you are really saying has nothing to do with what they are thinking you are saying.
They are in their own little world and you are in yours and it is like the two never meet in the middle.
I don’ t know if any of that makes sense.

Another favorite is:

So here I am trying to explain what I am ‘feeling’ in all of this, and I can’t find the word to express it. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Perhaps it’s Pâro.

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I think I am often the former, as well as the latter of what you cited, here, @DallasT ! I dunno if I should laugh or cry! :joy_cat:

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Oh, I knew a farmer once that owned a ladder. He did… and on it goes. Hee Hee. Just joking with you. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

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Man oh man, you were just inside my head…lol. I deal with the same guilt and struggles with playing out scenarios in my head; especially when I have been wounded all the while asking forgiveness for said thoughts. WOW!

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@Flamingogirl49563 it’s easy to do, I’m still shocked there is a word for it.

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I have recently experienced The Tilt Shift when trying to make a “But God!” letter… :smiley:

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A lot of this on Social Media, that and Mal de Coucou

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I think I experienced that this morning, while writing an email to a cousin. I thought I was being clever, but once I read what I wrote, I went, nahhhhhhh….delete, delete, delete.

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The big trio for me is Liberosis, Ambedo, and Chrysalism

as I detach from this world more and more…

Thousand mile stare, twilight-zone face, day dreamer… :smiley:

Rain on the roof, woods and forests, and storms will do it every time…

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Nice Jack, add another “big word” in the definition of a new word few people probably know haha

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I don’t know if this exactly fits, but you reminded me of one of my favorite scenes from ‘While You Were Sleeping’.

“I never said Cesar Romero was Spanish.” :smile:

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Nah… I’m just a 58 year old fat white male really… :wink:

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Haha other then the age I say the same thing about myself :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:

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Brouhaha

  • An uproar; a hubbub
  • The confused noise of many voices
  • A confused disturbance far greater than its cause merits

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I always liked that word, “Brouhaha” it’s a fun word to use :grin:

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Is that more, or less intense than a “donnybrook”(?)

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I love the word Cafaful and use it a lot. It means someone who is in the midst of a problem or dilemma. Comes in handy when I don’t know what to say…lol.

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