5th January: Emotionication?

We've all heard of personification and dehumanisation. At least, I hope you have. Ah well.. I presume that you're all complete retards and so will remind you! Don't you feel insulted now?

Bet it's true though.

Personification is giving a thing human characteristics or emotions, or saying that an inanimate object is doing something. Eg: 'The table was fairly intelligent, for a table.' 'The lamp post got irritated at me around then.' 'The ground is swallowing me up!'

Of course, with the last one, if it's during an earthquake it may not be personification but a fairly accurate statement. Although if you manage to say that then I guess that you'll go down in the 'famous last words' of the world. Up there with the 'Look! This gun isn't loaded!' people..

Dehumanisation is making a human seem less human. I won't give an example here. I think that I probably wouldn't survive that long if I did. I nearly mention girls in the last one... giving things emotions. I don't know disgraceful isn't it? Who would believe it?

Anyway, I just made up a new word. Emotionication. Mostly because I needed a cool title, but if someone manages to use it in real conversation then the word may spread and get into a dictionary! Then it'll be accepted that I've created a new word! I mostly created it because I'm going to write about it. I'm sure that making up a word to describe a topic that you're talking about probably isn't all that good, but it doesn't mean that I can't do it. So... I'm going to talk about emotionication.

Or, more precisely, linking things to emotions. Most commonly used in reference to colours. Anyone care to guess what I'm going to talk about? Yup... Colours!

Now, I'm using paint to get my colours here... so if you disagree with me then blame it on that. If you consider paint to be the source of all colour (as do I at this moment in time, for conveniances sake) and still don't agree with me, or think that I'm making up some colours after I've done all the ones on paint, then I have a simple solution. You go away! Tough luck if you disagree. Drop me an email with reasons why you disagree and I'll think about changing it. And you'll get a mention in my next blog! Yeah! Go you!

So come on.. comment or drop me an email. Preferably not on my head though. That hurts already.

Black
The color of the night. Or so they say. Connected to goths and more besides. Part of smart dress and the colour of my favourite shirt. Worn by ninjas to melt into the shadows. Colour of black ice... if the name doesn't give it away. Personally I think that this emotion isn't connected to depression. It's connected to nothingness, totally lack of empathy. Mercilesness. If you are feeling black then you are feeling like you're not going to let anything stop you... because you're pissed off. Anger which leads to mercilessness. A powerful combination if you use it right.

White
Supposed to be all innocent. Peaceful colour. To be feeling white is to be at ease with yourself.. if it's a comfortable white. A sterile, harsh, white light, however, is an entirely different story, which is what the light in hospitals is made out of. Almost surreal, depending on it's context, white is either peaceful or unsettling. It's a bit of an oxymoronic colour really, but it's about right.

Light Grey
Bleak. That's what comes to mind here. Bleakness. I wouldn't quite say it's depressive though. Perhaps if it was dark grey (see below) then that would be correct. But to feel grey is to feel as if you're not really going anywhere, doing anything. You lack something to give you colour. Unlike white and black, which are the absolutes, grey can actually - on it's own - create a picture. That picture could be life. To be grey is to have that life leeched of all colour and make it dull or repetitive. Feeling grey? Find some colour to lighten up your life. Hopelessness is probably the word that sums it up.

Dark Grey
More depressive form of grey. Haven sunk past hopelessness, you are now at the stage where you begin to feel as if there's nothing left for you to do in life so why bother? Unlike hopelessness, where at least you can be distracted by things, this darker shade of life means that you don't have anything left to distract you and give you a little colour in life.

Crimson
A dark bloody red, crimson is probably not quite as violent as it sounds. Although often used to represent blood and the like, it's almost a loving colour. Unlike the harsher bright red (and yes, bright colours can be harsh) it's almost comforting to see crimson. I would say that to feel crimson is to be comfortable with where you are in life, and not to be wanting to change that much. You've fallen into a rut, which you might need to get out of.

Red
A bright red this one. It's angry, it's harsh, it makes a statement. It's an extremity of emotion, declaring that you are going to be at the extreme of however it is that you interpret it. Strong emotions are always hard to summarise, but I'd say that being red is probably a more angry colour than others. However, it can also be a more loving red, although - naturally - if it is not the bright red that I have said, then it's not the same emotion.

Yellow
Cheerfulness incarnate, yellow is a nice colour to be.


I might do some more of them tomorrow. I really can't be bothered at the moment.

So far this year I've managed to do blogs about 90% of the time. It's almost like the new year has brought in the habit again.. I'm certainly beginning to see why I wrote the aforesaid blogs. It replaces my normal angst moments of midnight, which were never any fun anyway. Although I'm not sure that that is the right word. I keep on doing that recently.. using the wrong word for the right context.

Or the right word for the wrong context. Or simply getting words the wrong way round. Or words wrong. Something like that.

It's almost an insomnia cure.. almost. It certainly means that I don't have to think too hard about my life. It's a distraction. I know just how fucked up my life is.. probably because I'm too good at keeping the big things hidden. Certainly good enough at hiding them that everyone believes the total opposite. For hopefully the last time; I'm heterosexual! Not homosexual! I do fancy a girl! No! Unless you're one of the very few people who I trust, I'm not going to tell you! What do you mean is it her? What makes you think that?

I get lots of people thinking that I'm gay. Couldn't really be further from the truth.

The amusing people are the ones that try to use it as an insult... they fail to see that it doesn't really bother me. If you aren't mature enough to see that homosexuals are just people then you aren't mature enough for me to bother listening to you. Bit like racists really, although - probably because of my surroundings - I tend not to view xenophobics as badly as homophobics.

There's a few people who I do listen to despite them trying to irritate me by calling me gay. Although I'm not likely to admit who they are - simply because so much could be determined from me doing that - there's a few people who I actually do get irritated at. I mean, is that really what you think I am? My self-confidence is shattered enough in that sort of circumstance and you're hardly helping me!

Girls, as a whole, baffle me. I've said this lots. However, those that baffle more are the males. The 'typial' teenage males that is. The ones that view girls as objects that they expect to fall flat at their feet in hero-worship and to strip off and have lesbian sex every time the aforesaid male isn't watching. Okay, maybe not quite that extreme, but you get what I'm saying.

It's shocking how much I get disappointed by my half of this generation. They'll be a new girl in the school and they'll immediately judge her based on the size of her breasts... and how 'fit' she is. If she rates high enough on their rating, they'll immediately start putting each other down to make each other look like the best. Generally they all put down those that wouldn't give a penny to see her naked as well. Which, in every case of a new girl coming to a school I'm already at, is the category I sit in.

Notice the wording. I'm being clever again. Word games are fun aren't they?

Anyway, after all the preliminaries are over and done with, they'll tend to get a move on with inviting aforesaid 'fit' girl to every party in the hopes of 'getting her tits out' as one person put it. No, I wasn't listening in on a conversation that had nothing to do with me... it was just a little hard to ignore someone when they're having a very loud conversation across your head at lunchtime. And yes, this was a few weeks ago. Before christmas. Ages ago! Doesn't mean that I don't remember it though. If she's not 'fit' then they'll just ignore her, and generally she'll get nabbed by the slightly more sensible boys who don't really give a damn if she's got two pairs of socks stuffed down her bra but rather if she shows some sort of interest in the same sorts of things. Those looking for a friend, not for mad sex.

At the age of fifteen as well. It's disgraceful.. I mean, by that age they should be looking for.... I'll let you decide where I stand on that one, and what the next few words would be. That way you can all presume whatever you want about me. Isn't life great?

I can't remember whether or not I mentioned it in another blog at some point, but some of the better friends I have are female. Hell.. I've wandered around with more girls in the last few days than I've seen boys all holidays. Needless to say, my family are having a field day suggesting that I have some sort of crush on one of them or something. I just laugh and laugh and laugh. And then I go and watch Twilight with one of them, or go and get frozen by wandering around with a few of them, or throw christmas presents at them. All sorts of fun things!

There's a simple reason why, thinking about it. They have MSN. The boys don't. Therefore I'm more likely to talk to the girls, therefore I'm more likely to meet up with/exchange presents with/tease the girls than the boys. And I don't tease the boys anyway.. it's not as fun. They don't react so much. Now poking Charlotte.. THAT is fun! Although, as of late, she's taken to attempting to kill me in retaliation. Trying to push me onto railway tracks, or into roads. Getting other people to kick me. Throwing ice at me. That sort of stuff.

And, of course, throwing ice at me is deadly! I mean... it might like... freeze my front, through two thick layers and three more thinner ones. Deadly I tell you!

Anyway, it's besides the point. Girls are better than boys for talking to, for the most part. They're quite willing to realise that you're not a dirty pervert trying to get them all to strip naked. Boys are slightly harder to convince. And girls say that boys are gullible. Shows how much they know...

Joking. Honest! I'm not here for the eyecandy... I'm here for the conversation. If I wanted eyecandy there's lots of things I could do that are of dubious legality. Naturally, there's also some of not quite so dubious legality, but shh! You don't need to know about them!

Heh. I make myself sound like a right filthy sod. Meh.. that's life for you. Picking on the small guy.

I think that I'm going to go and do some introspection for a bit. Finding myself and that sort of shit. Realising that it's after midnight and that if I go sleep now then I only get seven hours sleep has nothing to do with this, of course. I should have been asleep an hour ago as I have school today (remembering that it's past midnight)

AND I didn't do that piece of English work I meant to do. Meh.. will have to do it tommorrow morning instead of having breakfast. Nothing new there I suppose.

And don't give me that look! Just because I'm supposedly intelligent doesn't mean that I'm organised?

Hell forbid! Me? Organised!? Could you imagine what I might get up to!?! Think of the poor traumatised people!

I'd do some awful things.

I might even do some good things.


Anyway.. as I just remembered that I meant to start doing one of these at the end of every blog;

Toay's 'Thought of the Day' is 'Is it better to regret that which you have not yet done, or to do it and then regret doing it?'

Answers by email, MSN or comments please! I want at least one. Otherwise I'll be feeling grey again. Not like I don't anyway, but shh!

My answer will be there on tomorrow's blog. Gives you about 10 seconds inbetween me uploading a million and one of these things, which is what I normally do.

Should be enough time shouldn't it?

Good!