It’s one thing to be called pretty, but when someone describes another person as lovely (for me at least) it connotes and entirely different perception. One that’s more … heck, I dunno, much more muchier, I guess.
Along those same lines, I find witty people more entertaining than funny people, clever folks more engaging than the intellectual, and charming individuals more charismatic than their well-spoken counterparts. Yet, it’s a rarity that I meet someone who’s been described as witty, clever or charming as they are always comical, funny, intelligent, smart, “with a good vocabulary.”
But words are funny. And they can connote vastly different things to different people … even sentences can be construed. Case in point, “I love you.” I mean what does that really mean? People have been tossing around “I love you” since the dark ages, but what does it mean? That I’d do anything for you? Stick a knife in your gut to save you from yourself—hello, Jon Snow reference there in case you didn’t watch GOT. And for those that did, was that the ultimate representation of love? Maybe, but I’m not entirely convinced.
L’esprit de escalier: the inescapable feeling you get when you leave a conversation then think about all the things you should have said.
And what about the words that go unsaid. The ones your heart begs you to shed, but your brain forces you to stay quiet. Forces your insides to rot because you’re too damn scared to speak. What about those words? Not like when you’re a freshman in high school and have a gigantic crush on a senior but fail to tell him, not like that … then again, maybe it is like that. Maybe those feelings are the purest of all. Maybe that’s love. Maybe.
So as you move about your day … be it in an office with fellow sophisticates or on a computer (like me) desperately trying to find the right words to describe the people and the situations you’re putting to paper, turn your brain into a working thesaurus and reach to define the world with style rather than mediocrity and we will all be much much more muchier for it ; )
Muchiness: The innocence and imagination that appears in the hearts of young children. As they grow older, they become more mature, and gain responsibilities. They lose their muchiness.
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox