Have you ever had a thought or an idea that you believed was 100% original only to see it on a billboard or in a book? Or have you ever used a word from your distant past and suddenly that word shows up everywhere? Or how about a picture….
What, you ask, is the context for using this particular archaic word? I uttered it recently in an argument I was having in a fictional location in my head. Yes, I’m that kind of weird. This incident may or may not show up in a short story one day but I was having a delicious time insulting someone.
I laughed when I remember lickspittle because it is not a word that I have seen for decades. It is not in modern day parlance. Several days later I saw it in a blog and I almost fell out of my chair. It was perfect. This is someone I follow because of his quirky sense of humour that fits in perfectly with mine. Troglodyte. Another little used word I bandied in my rant and sure enough it shows up on a blog. What are the odds?
A dear friend that I met in the blogging world sends me pictures or cartoons that she thinks I will find amusing or adorable. She has always been right. We only know each other through our words but she knows me well. She is a dear friend. So, when I got her email recently and opened up her picture, I expected to see something that would make me smile or laugh out loud instead my reaction was one of shock. I was looking at something that I have not seen in decades!
We are hundreds if not thousands of miles apart. We are not of the same age group. We live in different countries. When I drew my picture, blogging wasn’t a thing. There was no Internet. We had phones that were connected to the wall and we had clean air. Sorry, I shouldn’t complain about that. This isn’t a rant about clean air, clean water, better health. This is about something that is impossible, but is it? What I’m saying is that it is not possible for her to have been in my head or even known about me all those years ago. Is it?
I was speaking with someone recently about race memory. About how some cultures instinctively know things that are only known in that particular culture. Much can be taught simply by observation yes, I agree. But what if there’s more to it? What if there is an intangible something that is meandering through the ether that connects us? What if Ginger is somehow tied into my psyche and when she saw a picture that resembled mine, she unconsciously gravitated towards it? Could that be why she shared it with me? I have no idea. What I do know is that her picture, while not exactly identical, was enough to throw me off my seat. In this post I have included both her picture and the one I drew in 1979 for your perusal. What do you think?
Oh, and the meaning of lickspittle: sycophant, abject toady, one who will do any repulsive thing,
Troglodyte: a person who is regarded as being deliberately ignorant or old-fashioned.
It was a really good rant! Never make a redhead angry…