Logomania

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Hi, I'm Courtney and I like words.

This shouldn't come as a shock to anyone, but I've been having a love affair with words since the fifth grade. It's the only relationship that's lasted longer than the love I share with Clayton.

Some days, when I'm feel especially up or down, I read through my favorite quotes, sayings and passages in the search of comfort or inspiration or for the confirmation that someone else successfully and artfully articulated the words and feelings I could never name.

Like:

“Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves 
or
"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun."
― Sir Mix-A-Lot, "Baby Got Back"

Poetic and powerful.

Well, today I think I finally found the answer to what I might be.

I might be a logomaniac.

I know, I know. I thought it was a weird sex thing at first, too. But it's totally not!

I subscribed to the "A Word A Day" emails from WordSmith.org (because knowledge is power!) and this morning I found "logomania" in my inbox.


Logomania is a noun meaning "an obsessive interest in words" or "excessive and often incoherent talking".

According to my mom, whenever she would pick me up from school, I wouldn't even be to the car before before I would start babbling excitedly about my day. I was literally talking to the window until I opened the door and got inside with her. Clayton has made the same observation of me, sometimes requesting that I provide a map so that he can find his way back to our original topic of conversation. 

For a somewhat introverted person, I chat nonsensically and obsessively with my loved ones and Clayton's right, in a matter of seconds I can board a plane and travel to about 50 different topics.

It's like that time I sat down to watch a happy YoutTube video of a basset hound swimming and in the span of 5 minutes, I also viewed a video of a dog welcoming home a soldier, a video of a dolphin jumping out of a tank at Sea World, and somehow ended up in tears over a video of a live elephant birth. Clayton walked in the room to find me crying with the laptop and I was like, "I have no idea how I got here."

This has nothing to do with anything, but did you know that female elephants kick their calves right after birth? It's not a vicious or abusive act; it's the equivalent of a human doctor slapping a baby on the butt to get it to start crying (though I don't think they really do that anymore).

I learned that from YouTube.

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