Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by a single word. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever. -Jeffery Eugenides
I'm sure I'm not the only one who has felt this way, but Jeffery puts it so simply and wonderfully there's not much else to say. Isn't it strange how we've never had a problem with the lack of words to describe things, but just think about non-verbal communication, or silent communication and you can see how terribly we lack a language that connects us. I'm starting to wonder if communication in relationships is a problem, not through any fault of the people involved, but for the fault of inadequate language.
Well I'm in class right now, woohoo design! I'm not a fan of wednesdays mostly because they're so boring and despite getting up at 6am, my day ends at 1pm which just seems unfair. I like doing more with my day, but..I dunno, my friends are all really busy with their animations. Totally understandable, but it makes this time of year very dull. A lot of bellydancing and reading! Speaking of - I'm finally biting the bullet and reading up on my physics and entomology - physics because I love astrophysics in particular and entomology because I love Lepidopterans, or moths. It doesn't hurt either that I have a biologist for a brother so any problems I run into he can answer.
