Words

They’re funny things.

I’m currently doing revision for an exam in the morning on prejudice and discrimination and I’m going through research on desegregation when something astounding hit me.

Why is the original word segregation and the opposite desegregation? Why was the word that came first, the one to describe people being separated and alienated instead of the one to describe us living in peace?

It’s an awful realisation that our default setting is one of hostility with the urge to advance ourselves at the expense of others. Maybe we should try to stop that, don’t you think?

Holophrase

I learnt this word today. It’s basically when a child can’t yet form full phrases so uses singular words combined with inflections and gestures to get the point of an entire phrase across. When a kid says “up” looking up at you all excited, clearly they want to be picked up, that kind of thing.

This got me thinking about slang and how so many people this day shorten whole words or phrases into singular words, often with three syllables or less so it’s extremely quick to pronounce. Why not learn a new word that actually has the meaning of an entire phrase, rather than making your own? Schadenfreude means getting joy from the misfortune of others. Apanthropinization is the withdrawal from the world and any problems and resignation of any current concerns. Scripturient is the act of feeling a strong and violent urge to write something. Words like this need to be learnt and used, or the language dies.

Evocative In Theory

I’m currently doing some research for an assignment on Posthumanism and stumbled across an incredible article about autobiographies and essentially why some are successful and others aren’t and according to this, it basically all boils down to how evocative the writer is.

It got me thinking, do I write that well? When someone reads the words that I’ve put to paper (or clumsily jabbed onto a keyboard) can they really smell my dreams? Are the words just lazily seeping into your brain like the incessant dripping of a tap that’s just out of sight or are they crashing through the window of your mind like a Phillipino hurricane? Am I one of the people able to turn words into me-tinted glasses and give the smallest part of me to someone else? I hope so, I truly do.