alias
He introduces himself by one name and gives me a business card with a different one. "They're both my names, in a way," he says without further explanation.
brisk
Windswept park benches are my new favorite place to read.
commiserating
It feels good to talk to someone who understands family dysfunctions and can laugh about them mirthlessly with you.
mannerless
They press against the tables and gouge the food platters.
punctured
She's a shrewdly cute old woman, but it's easy to imagine her fifty years younger, lording it over her children, deflating them.
relics
Her apartment contains antiques, stained glass, and undisturbed shadows.
sanguineness
We drag our chairs out into the sunlight and talk about how to be inspired.
Showing posts with label empathy. Show all posts
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Friday, November 22, 2013
Friday, June 22, 2012
Week in Seven Words #124
ambiance
Dinner is held in a dim and peaceful room, the windows framing a pink sunset. On the table, flowers are cradled in a vase.
chipping
I'm fed up with "good intentions" - not actual good intentions but the expression itself: "Don't be mad, I have good intentions" or "I'm telling you that nearly everything about you stinks, but that's ok, because I have good intentions." They're an excuse for every insensitive remark, personal affront, and belabored criticism; they absolve the speaker of any wrong-doing. There's no need for self-examination or a sincere attempt to speak with tact and empathy. How can anyone be hurt or irritated by good intentions? ("That's one of your problems right there - you're too sensitive. No, it's true. Believe me, I'm telling you this out of the goodness of my heart.")
drippy
Walking in the rain wearing sandals that nick my toes.
galvanized
For the most part she's an easy dog to watch over. She solicits belly rubs, flops down on the carpet by my feet for a rest, and tussles with some of her chew toys. But there are ten minutes when a switch flips in her puppy mind and she tears around the room in a circuit, over the back of the couch and under the bed and back out again.
mellowed
A game of Scrabble on a bench outdoors with a breeze from the river.
photons
Light shimmering on the underside of stone.
sweetness
When I tuck them into bed they sing me the lullabies that their parents usually sing to them.
Dinner is held in a dim and peaceful room, the windows framing a pink sunset. On the table, flowers are cradled in a vase.
chipping
I'm fed up with "good intentions" - not actual good intentions but the expression itself: "Don't be mad, I have good intentions" or "I'm telling you that nearly everything about you stinks, but that's ok, because I have good intentions." They're an excuse for every insensitive remark, personal affront, and belabored criticism; they absolve the speaker of any wrong-doing. There's no need for self-examination or a sincere attempt to speak with tact and empathy. How can anyone be hurt or irritated by good intentions? ("That's one of your problems right there - you're too sensitive. No, it's true. Believe me, I'm telling you this out of the goodness of my heart.")
drippy
Walking in the rain wearing sandals that nick my toes.
galvanized
For the most part she's an easy dog to watch over. She solicits belly rubs, flops down on the carpet by my feet for a rest, and tussles with some of her chew toys. But there are ten minutes when a switch flips in her puppy mind and she tears around the room in a circuit, over the back of the couch and under the bed and back out again.
mellowed
A game of Scrabble on a bench outdoors with a breeze from the river.
photons
Light shimmering on the underside of stone.
sweetness
When I tuck them into bed they sing me the lullabies that their parents usually sing to them.
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