“My fault, everyone, my fault.
I didn’t realize that the author made up a bunch of words for feelings. I thought this was a book of actual words from various languages that describe feelings, or maybe a cataloging of sorrows, but I didn’t realize it was also a bunch of made-up words.
For whatever reason, just couldn’t hang with that concept.
It’s totally my fault I got into this one, it’s right there in the description. The truth is, I picked it up from the library, on a whim, and I’m not as sure that the book’s back describes it accurately.
On one hand, I do feel like…Why does Webster get to decide what is and isn’t a word? I mean, who cares what they think? If I use it, if it’s understood by the recipient, then how is it not a valid word?
On the other, certain words enter the world, and I’m not happy about them. I don’t like “Yaaas!” Because now people say that out loud, and it’s just silly. Stop being so silly. “