the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Hello Dazzle! Thanks for coming and hanging out with me today, I’m glad that you are here. Today I want to talk about a strange emotion that I constantly have that I didn’t know there was a name for. Now that I’ve learned this word I can’t help but feeling that it validates many of my life experiences. After all, if there is a name for this, it means that I cannot be the only person on the planet that has felt this way. It’s nice not feeling alone.

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