Great Words

Words matter. Sure, they matter to writers, but they matter in everyday life, too. The right word makes all the difference in the world. For example, I've irritated former girlfriends. I've also exacerbated, frustrated, enraged, vexed, and infuriated them (and all points in between). The choice of words gives clarity to their feelings.

On the other hand, there is little call to use certain words in general conversation. "Petrichor" is the way the air smells after it rains. Great aroma, but I can't see using the word in everyday conversation. There was a time when a writer used the big words, Now most writers use smaller words to make their writing more accessible. I am of the thought that I should use the best word for the situation. If the word helps the writing (or speaking), I humbly believe it's the right choice.

What are your favorites?

Some of my favorite words in no particular order except alphabetical.

Bibliosmia- the smell or aroma of old or good books.

Caterwauling- to express dissatisfaction, pain, or resentment usually tiresomely.

Coddiwomple- to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

Detritus- like debris, the portion or bits of something left over after it has been destroyed.

Fernweh- an ache for distant places; the craving for travel.

Grizzled- like a time-tested, beat-up old veteran.

Kibosh- to hinder or put an end to.

Librocubicularist- a person who reads in bed.

Pontificate- to speak or express your opinion about something in a way that shows you think you are always right.

Ramshackle- like abandoned, showing signs of advanced wear & tear and neglect.

Skullduggery- like cheating, the use of clever underhanded actions to achieve an end.

Trepidation- like fear, the emotion experienced in the presence or threat of danger.

From other languages -

Irusu is a Japanese term for people who pretend not to be home when an unwanted person knocks at the door.

Nicked is a British term for stealing. 

Mubble-fubbles is a 16th-century Scottish term for a vague, Sunday-eveningish blues and a slight sense of doom. 

Spuddle is a 17th-century word for working ineffectively, being extremely busy while achieving absolutely nothing.

The right word matters. Choose wisely.