Escape Mundanity

Is that a word?

Lucas Puskaric
June 26, 2024

Lately, I’ve been observing mundane shit.

People probably think I’m making generic statements to rage bait people into responding on Threads with posts like:

But it’s actually deeper than. A deep disconnect. We have words for so many specific objects and actions that we just magically inherited. Why the fuck do we have a word for “mug” which is just a cup with a handle, but lack the vocabulary to describe the nuances of the human experience? We’re missing something.

I stumbled across The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows which tries to point out these glaring deficiencies through a bunch of weird and oddly specific words, like monachopsis.

Here’s the definition:

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.

The book is interesting because it labels and validates things I could never describe, and I imagine many other people struggle with articulating. Grief and pain are personal, but often so is bliss and desire. And we are, as a society, so disconnected from our emotions and feelings.

There is so much depth that language cannot capture. That’s why we turn to things like art and shitposting. Dunno why I separated those two, it’s the same thing, right?

Do you ever feel like language fails to fully capture your emotions?

See you tomorrow!

Your homie, your dawg, your BFF,

Lucas

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