Like for example, I suddenly asked Shirley one day what her most favorite word was. ‘Possum’, she said without hesitation. I asked her why. She hemmed and hawed a while before admitting that she doesn’t have a clue why. ‘Maybe it’s the two S’s’ she said. Seems she likes words that have a letter appearing twice back to back, like pee, poo, loo, moo, coo, etcetera.
Usually, I’m not that technical about words. For me, it’s more to do with what the word makes me think of. And some words make me think of the darndest things. Some examples of words that I like and dislike and the thoughts they invoke in me:
+ Percussion – Music. Peace. Hot guys. Handsome, long-haired, guitar-strumming guys with beautiful, slender fingers, to be precise.
- Peruse – Drab government offices with lots of paper, smoke, dirty teacups. Bad English.
+ Jangle – Christmas. Santa & Rudolph. Dancing.
- Jocund; jocular – Merry and all that, but yech! Chubby. Stout. Busty. Lard. Round. Me.
+ Venison – Why does this word make me think of Genevieve? She’s some heroine from some play I saw when I was a kid. I believe it was pretty popular, but I don’t remember a thing from it, except that she suffered a lot.
- Victual – Dry, tasteless meat. Dry, bad wine. Dry, mostly.
+ Indomitable – Some part of me :-). The Abominable Snowman.
- Increment – Excrement.
+ Swoon – ‘Home they brought her warrior dead’
- Spouse – Unhappy marriage. Unhappy couples.
+ Hither – Graceful little steps I’ve never been capable of, like a Ballerina’s. Shirley ('Come hither, young one' she likes to say.)
- Husbandry – Mud. Dung. Soggy. Foul odors.
That’s all I can think of for now. I could probably come up with a way bigger list if I give it more thought. Some of those words and the related thoughts are obvious, some have no link whatsoever. You can play Freud and try to decipher them. [Guessing you’ll all come up with crap though :-)]
He's so hot. I'm not ashamed to admit that I, the humble, modest, nondescript & forgettable one, am stalking him. Yoko Ono is a great inspiration at this time. Who knows, I may get lucky by some bizarre force of nature like she did. And I would even go so far as to admit that I even think that I, as plain and charmless as I may be, am still prettier than she is.