10 Emotions We All Feel But Don't Know The Name Of.
Exulansis is a term for when you try to explain something but there's not a word for it. Thankfully, Hayden Hunter has made it his goal to pin words to the emotions we feel but cannot articulate, on his blog The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Read 10 of our favorites below.
1. Hanker Sore
adj. Finding a person so attractive it actually kinda pisses you off.
2. The Meantime
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isnt ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.
n. a relationship or friendship that you cant get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
n. the desire to care less about thingsto loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zonerather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.
5. Dead Reckoning
n. to find yourself bothered by someones death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate bystill able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more adrift.
n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening, simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of Scrabble, with each player borrowing bits of other anecdotes as a way to increase their own score, until we all run out of things to say.
n. nostalgia for a time youve never known. Imagine stepping through the frame into a sepia-tinted haze, where you could sit on the side of the road and watch the locals passing by. Who lived and died before any of us arrived here, who sleep in some of the same houses we do, who look up at the same moon, who breathe the same air, feel the same blood in their veinsand live in a completely different world.
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to itwhether through envy or pity or simple foreignnesswhich allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other peoples passwords, each representing one more thing youll never get to see before you dieand all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of timefilled with thousands of old books youll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
"It wasn't me!"
There's not much you can do when the righteous fist of the law comes down on you. Call it a mix-up, or call it a mistake, if someone's pegged you at the scene of a crime there's not much you can do but trust the justice system to prove you innocent. However, that's a gamble, and just because you've been given a "not guilty" doesn't mean the effects won't follow you for the rest of your life.
Reddit user, u/danbrownskin, wanted to hear about the times when it wasn't you, seriously, it was someone else, when they asked: