I have said this for a long time. I love words. There are so many to choose from, or, conversely, from which to choose. So, indeed, there are many ways to arrange all these scrumptious words into a pattern that is different almost every time.
Some words are so very groovy to me because of how they sound. Some poke out of your mouth, like they are rip raring to go and can’t wait another moment. “Fart” is one such word. It almost gets stuck in there, and needs to be shoved out. (Love how that particular word sounds like it means.) It is also almost always likely to get a laugh from a child under the age of 10.
Other words take their own sweet time. They are Rubenesque. Delightful. In keeping with the aforementioned 12-year-old boy theme, the word “poo” is so soft and floaty. Don’t say it like you’re pissed or you are trying to scare someone. Say it as if you only have a teaspoon worth of air in your mouth, and the last thing in the world you’d like to do is use it.
I wish people would use more words. The real popular ones get so tired, poor things. So maybe try to bust out some new, fresh words this week.
To wit: roll “tenuous” around your mouth a few times. It means very weak, very slender or fine; insubstantial. It’s a great word.