Thursday, September 10, 2009

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem

Did I mention that I have a certain...well, um...addiction?

No, I suppose not.

For starters, it’s not exactly something that comes up in polite conversation. “So, Sally, let’s talk about my fetish1...”

Secondly--and probably more germane since I haven’t had the pleasure of actually conversing with most of you--this is my first blog post, so I haven’t yet had the opportunity to tell you all of my dirty little secrets.

I would guess that the title of my blog might have given you a glimpse of the little skeleton lurking in my cupboard, but here it is, in black and white: I, M M Phillips, profess an unnatural love affair with words.
Well, it’s actually dark green on green. I’m also exceedingly fond of (read fixated on) the color green, so of course I had to choose a green background. But I suppose that’s neither here nor there. 


But how does one become a Sesquipedalian, you ask?  Now that’s a very good question.

I don’t know how it works for everyone (maybe I should conduct a scientific study or poll a random sample of people on the street someday), but in my case this condition goes all the way back to my childhood--no I won’t say how many years ago that was. In fact, some of my earliest, and fondest, memories involve words.

Sure, it started off innocently enough with the occasional “mama” and “blankie,” but I quickly learned that these simple sounds garnered a great deal of positive feedback.  Instant gratification2; I was hooked.

But all too soon I found that the easy fix was no longer enough.  I needed more words, bigger words, increasingly potent words, to make me feel good. No longer content to wait for the words to come to me, I began to seek them out, wandering through the tattered pages of sundry paperbacks and even venturing into the depths of such dusty tomes as dictionaries and thesauri.

And thus an obsession was born.


1Fetish. No, it’s not that sort of thing--get your mind out of the gutter.  It can mean a fixation of any sort, you know.

2Gratification. I like this word; it’s all about those wonderful feelings that come from getting what you want. It conjures up images of creamy slices of cheesecake dripping with mango sauce, romantic moonlit trysts, or shopping bags overflowing with the latest trendy fashions. For me it’s a toss up at any given moment which of these luxuries offers the most gratification: the first or the second. And the third? Eh. I’m not much of a trendsetter.

5 comments:

Rachel said...

I really like this first post of yours, although the note on the color of your highlighting seems to have appeared in the middle of your post without quite seeming to understand why or how it has gotten there. It looks lost and out of place.

This is a great start and gives a lot of insight as to the type of writer you are (one filled with humor and wit, obviously). I really can't wait to read more

Diana Paz said...

I like your blog, it looks like it'll be fun, and if nothing else I'm going to really improve my vocabulary :)

See you on Writer's Chronicle!
Diana

The Sesquipedalian said...

Thanks Rachel and Diana!

Diana, I have this diabolical plan which involves spreading my obsession for big words on to countless others. And I'm hoping to do it in such a subtle, cunning fashion that my unsuspecting victims--I mean readers--won't even notice what is happening until it's too late. :)

nichegallery.co.uk said...

Hi,
Love the site and concept of not being scared of big words, and indeed embracing them.(Hope i have the spelling correct?)

The Sesquipedalian said...

Hi, nichegallery! Yes, I say we should embrace, nay revel, in the glory of big words!

Welcome!