Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Someday the paroxysm will help me understand

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Paroxysm (pair-ik-siz-uhm) 

Dictionary meaning: 
Any sudden and violent emotion or action; an outburst; a fit.

Jentionary meaning:
Certain things cause me to go into an instant paroxysm, or a sudden violent emotion. One of these things, for example, is when someone utters to me, "you will understand some day." 

Not only is that belittling the person you are talking to, but it shows your own ignorance to the situation. Understanding 'some day' implies not only a special kind of condescending insult, but also that something negative has to happen in order for me to understand it. 


I will use this generic example: "If you have a child someday, you'll understand how it feels. Obviously you don't. I do." 

(For the record, I am not talking about the physical things that a woman goes through when having a child, but the mental and behavioral aspects that come with having that child.)
This little girl perfectly describes
 the emotion I have for
those who say that,
I will understand 'some day.'

Translation: I know everything about this and you don't, so what you say means absolutely nothing to me. 

Understanding something is all about perception, how someone will see a situation or how someone will act in regard to when the situation happens. Be that situation having a kid or not. 


Some day is the root of this evil. 

Some day you might become the owner of a big company, but you are not as successful as me.
Some day you'll understand what I am trying to say. 

Some day you will see what I mean. 

Some day I will make you understand that you are being a pompous ass.


A person that truly believes they are better than someone else, implying that a person will never understand or get to a certain point, deserves to be put in a cardboard box with no food or water during a rainstorm, for a week. Just sit there and soak it all in. All of it. And I hope you are hungry because you are NOT getting fed. 


Someday I hope that all people will respect one another, stop putting one another on a pedestal and instead of belittling, help one another to get to the point of understanding. Until then, the paroxysm of someday will forever burn in my memory. 


Do you have anything that happens in your life that makes you violently angry, or anything that causes you to throw a fit? If so, tell me about it. I would love to hear your story. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Ludicrous thought turns into successful feelings

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Ludicrous [lude-a-chris]
Dictionary meaning: causing laughter because of absurdity; provoking or deserving derision; ridiculous or laughable.  

Jentionary meaning: 
"Find what you are really good at, what you have talent at, what you want to do." 

What do I want to do? Run my mouth. Just that notion may seem ludicrous, that's laughable - ridiculous. But I could not be more serious. 

I do not mean running my mouth to boast or lecture, I would just like those within range to listen. The only way I can 'run my mouth' so to speak, that I know of at least, is writing. 

I get a certain sense of comfort and gratification out of writing that I cannot really fully explain. It can be related to the boost of adrenaline that overcomes you when you know your favorite song is next on the track list, when you know all the words and you aren't afraid to show it off. 
For those who know what I am talking about, we know it is a good feeling. A feeling we hope we can always come across at one time or another in our lives. 

But that is all that it is, a feeling. 

This is how I "run my mouth" and have for years.
Would I like to make money writing some day? Well, yeah sure. But that is not what was initially intended - and that is why I believe that I will be successful. I did not decide one day that I was amazing at writing and that it was going to get me somewhere. 

I wrote every single day for years, finding ways to improve and hone my skills. I am by no means done polishing those skills either, I am just at the forefront, but I always hope that someone will be within range to listen or to read. To simply enjoy what it is I have to say.

"You will never get as far as your imagination will allow you." -Corey Taylor

I have come to the realization that writing makes me happy and it is something that I will continue with for a long time. 

Now for the sake of all that is holy, let's all hope that I do not lose my fingers in a tragic accident tomorrow, shall we?

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Promulgate with a purpose

In my last post I talked about sacrosanct and how my experiences at the Warren County Career Center helped me open up opportunity for the situations that I am in now. This week I will talk about promulgate.

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Promulgate [prom-ul-gate]
Dictionary meaning: Promote or make widely known, put into effect by official proclamation.

Jentionary meaning:  
Certain things in life should be made known, certain things you should promulgate to others. 

I have talked about my grandma before, and I will talk about her again. Something about the older generation strikes me as odd. In my experience they have been both stubborn and predictable.

Recently my grandma fell out of her bed while getting up in the middle of the night and cracked her rib. This cracked rib lacerated her spleen, which caused internal bleeding. Internal bleeding does not sound, nor is, a good thing. 

She fell out of her bed and scooted all the way from her room in the front of her house, to her back porch where she could get her legs over a step and prop herself up. After this, she got up, went to the bathroom and decided to go to bed like nothing happened. 
Anna Franer, my grandmother


 When you fall hard enough to crack your rib, it hurts. Why not tell someone?
"Oh it hurt like hell, but my friend Bill was coming over and I didn't want him to have to go home,"  she told me.

My grandma did not tell anyone that she fell until 2:30 that afternoon. She fell out of bed at 1:30 am that morning. Needless to say, she did not promulgate her issue in a prompt manner. Because of this she ended up in the intensive care unit of the hospital for a couple days while the doctors observed her spleen to make sure it did not rupture.

Luckily, her spleen was able to start repairing itself and she was able to go home within four days. If anything, no matter if you are older or younger, make sure you make it known when something is wrong before it turns into something bigger than it should be. 

And that, my friends, is my promulgating issues should be taken more seriously. 

Monday, April 8, 2013

Making my choice toward a future of opportunity

Last week I discussed the origin of Jentionary. This week I will talk about sacrosanct.

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Sacrosanct [sak-roh-sangkt]

Dicitionary Meaning: Above or beyond criticism, change or interference. 

Jentionary Meaning:
Vocational schools, or at least the vocational school that I attended my junior and senior years of high school, somehow had a bad reputation attached to it. I distinctly remember one of my friends from my home school telling me that all the "bad kids went there."

I think that the bad reputation attached to the school came from the fact that the alternative school was right across from the Warren County Career Center in Lebanon, but that has little to do with the point I am trying to make.

When I had went to WCCC for sophomore tours (where the sophomores from each school in the county goes to see which program they may be interested in participating their junior and senior years of high school) I was determined to stay sacrosanct, or above criticism, about the situation.

I was intrigued with the Digital Design program at the Career Center and I was determined to make myself a part of it for the next two years of my life. At first, I had apprehension remembering the reputation that the WCCC held with many of my peers, but I knew that just like everything else in life, it would be what I made it out to be.
The logo for the career center I attended

My teacher for the Digital Design lab ended up being one of my main supporters and inspirations for success. Mr. Beasley, or "B", was one of the first people that encouraged me to consider the Mulltimedia Journalism degree that I am currently pursuing. He is also the one who opened up the opportunity for me to have an internship at WHIO my senior year in the promotions department.

Going to WCCC also provided me with a tech-prep scholarship that I took full advantage of.
If I would have let others perception of WCCC influence my decision I would not have ended up at Sinclair making lasting friendships, writing for The Clarion, or feeling like I really belong somewhere.

Never let anyone's perception bring you down if you truly want to do something. Freedom is sacrosanct and you have the freedom to do whatever you choose.

Monday, April 1, 2013

The Origin of Jentionary

In my last post I talked about wanting to lambaste my orthodontist because of the ongoing eleven year battle with braces that I thought was going to end on March 25. It didn't because of the snow and I was very upset. This week I am going to talk about the origin of Jentionary.

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Relentless

Dictionary meaning:
To be harsh, unmovable or unbending.

Jentionary meaning: 
As my readers know, my blog is about taking words I believe are challenging and using my own connotative meaning to describe them. Not only is this a successful way for me to help others, but giving my own personal twist of the word I choose gives the reader a sense of connection that is more relatable than an example a dictionary would give. The name of the blog was simple, I used my nickname and added 'tionary' to the end. Thus, Jentionary was born.

The conversation Whitney and
I had when she asked me what
the word relentless meant
My friend and co-worker Whitney suggested the blog topic after she asked me through text message one night what the word relentless meant. She had told me the next day when she saw me that she could text me or ask me in person what any word meant and I would be able to explain it in a way she could understand.

Whitney has her own blog you can visit by clicking here, where she talks about her cat Charlie and how he is relentless when it comes to water.

That is exactly what my aim for with this blog happens to be. I want to be able to relate the meaning in some way to the person that is reading, either directly or indirectly, so they can fully understand and use the word if it happens to apply to a situation that arises.  

Now, on to my own story about the word relentless.

In my sophomore year of high school my history teacher Tim Crowe always used the word relentless. Every morning during his class period he would utter, "you kids are relentless" with a smile. After every day of this word being heard by my curious ears, I asked him what it meant.
He simply looked at me and said, "you kids are relentless, that's all."

I had an idea of what it meant due to the context in which it was being used, but I was not really able to apply the use of the word until I looked up what it meant in the dictionary.

From the point that I looked up the meaning pf the word until the remainder of the year I used the word relentless at one point or another.


I used to word to tell my mom I was being relentless by not cleaning my room, doing the dishes, or folding my laundry. I also frequently called my brother relentless when he used to ask questions about anything and everything.

Next time the need arises to call someone you know relentless how will you do it? Is someone you know relentless, or do you know a time when you have been relentless?



Monday, March 25, 2013

Dear orthodontist, can you please take my braces off now?

In my last post I talked about obeisance and being thankful for the simple things in my life, like walking. I told myself to stay positive and was convinced that life will keep on moving whether I want it to or not. Nearly a week later, needless to say, my attitude has changed.

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Lambaste
Dictionary meaning: to criticize someone or something harshly.

Jentionary meaning:

Have you ever wanted something so bad in your life that you could literally taste it? I am talking on the tip of your tongue here people. Or maybe in my case, the tip of my teeth.

On the tip of my teeth, or middle in this case, there happen to be brackets. These brackets make up braces. For those of you who are not aware, I have had my braces on for 11 years. I only wish that number was made up and that I was kidding. I first got my braces on in December of my fourth grade year of elementary school.

Where am I getting at with this?
Today, March 25, 2013 was supposed to be the day that I would finally get my braces off after 11 years. The "snow storm" however, hindered me of that.

 So it makes me want to lambaste the crap out of the people who work at my orthodontist's office. To be fair, I cannot be mad at my orthodontist. My old orthodontist that got me into this 11 year mess is history and now I have an orthodontist who is well educated and knows what she is doing.

That still does not take away the fact that I hate the secretaries who told me that the earliest appointment they could get me is nearly a month away. After 11 years of waiting, even five weeks seems like an eternity. So mentally and quite verbally after getting the news, I criticized, or lambasted them pretty harshly.

So what did I do to take out my anger? I asked my mom to cut some of my hair and dye it. Just a simple change, but one that was needed to get my mind off of something I had been waiting for, for quite a long time coming.

As for my teeth?
Oh well, they will live. Five more weeks isn't really going to kill me, but it does piss me off.
As for my hair? It will grow and the color will fade. All I have to keep telling myself is that life is not going to stop for me simply because I do not like the way it has been treating me lately.


Have you ever been disappointed in something that you have been waiting for a long time? If so, what is it and why were you so excited about it?

Hearing about other disappointments will remind me that I am not alone. Let's all come together and be disappointed for a split amount of time!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Turning a bad day into a thankful one

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Obeisance [o-bey-sance]
Dictionary meaning: A gesture expressing deferential respect, such as a bow or curtsy.

Jentionary meaning:
I will go ahead and admit it now, I judge people. What they wear, how they handle themselves under pressure, how they talk and even how they walk. It is in my nature to judge and I will not deny it.

I just do not like when people make it a point to say that judging someone takes away from seeing the 'real' person inside. If anything a judgment is a mental note that you are taking the time to pay attention to that person and what they stand for. If you are being judged, great! It shows that if the person judging you wishes, they will take the time to see the 'real' you that you strive for others to see.

For that, I say that we show obeisance to the people that judge us.

I had one of the worst days that I have had in a long time today. It was one of those days where you wake up and everything that can possibly go wrong seems to find its way into everything you do. One misunderstanding leads to another and you find yourself pissed off at everything and everyone for no logical reason. I felt like that today, until my attitude was knocked down to size.
This is little me with a brace on my foot.
Unfortunately I still have to wear a brace
from time to time when it starts hurting.

I was born premature and have had many complications, one of which was a club foot. For those of you who are unaware of what a club foot is, it can be described as when the tendons in the leg and foot are shorter than usual causing the foot to pull in an abnormal position (in like a golf club). I have had multiple surgeries at a young age to fix this and thankfully they were successful. The only remaining problem is the arthritis in my ankle.

Arthritis can be painful. Today, for some reason, it hurt like you would not believe so I was limping. I did not think anything of it considering this is my semi-normal walk
until I saw two young men making fun of me.

In that instant the pissed off feeling I had been holding above my head all day was knocked right from under that limp of mine. Those two young men that were making fun of me know nothing about me. Nor do they care enough to take the time to understand why I was limping.

I have to be honest with myself in moments like this. I would judge someone that was limping just as those two were judging me today. I have to give them some respect for making me come full circle in remembering that I do have things to be thankful for when I am having a bad day. One of which is to be thankful that I am walking each day. Just for that, I can show obeisance to myself and remember to keep positive thoughts in my mind when my day is feeling a little more gray than usual.