December 15, 2015
No, “bitchy resting face” has an almost artisanal patina. I approve, and wish I”d thought of it first.
This week, with admirable timing, Word Spy delivered “FOGO“ to my inbox:
From the phrase “fear of going out”… The dread of going out, particularly if one is tired from previous socializing; the desire to not attend a popular event that is over-hyped or over-commercialized.
I thought there was already a word for that””agoraphobia””but whatever it’s called, I have that, too, especially at this time of year. Mostly unwelcome invitations proliferate just when darkness starts crashing down earlier and earlier, turning every day into Sunday“a natural annual occurrence I still haven”t reached an agreeable settlement with.
No matter the season, the sky has always seemed a little too…high to this introvert; leaving the house after hours or days of semi-silent, solitary occupation inevitably discombobulates me. Factor in the blackness and chill and I turn into Grandpa Simpson.
And those goddamn hobos don”t help. We really need a better word for those bastards.