Quick question for you:
Is there a word for not being able to find the right word to adequately describe an experience?
The only reason I ask is because as I struggle mightily to nail down that perfect word to explain what happened to me this past Saturday night, I find my mind meandering down etymological avenues in search of a word or even a phrase that encapsulates the narrow and hyper-specific phenomenon I most likely may have never even considered pondering in the first place had I not been so deeply engrossed in the not-so-leisurely activity of that which, as of the time of this posting, has no discernible name.
But I digress.
And I apologize for that last sentence.
Sorry.
Anyway.
As I was leaving my cousin’s wedding Saturday evening, I rolled my electric wheelchair onto a small platform lift adjacent to a small set of stairs. As the single-rider elevator slowly travelled vertically towards the cement pathway above, I couldn’t help but notice the complete lack of maneuverability my wheelchair was afforded due to the claustrophobic confines of the box-like enclosure I was sitting in.
Approximately halfway through my ascent, something akin to a switch flipped on in my mind and the world as I saw it, and as the world saw me, transformed. No longer was I some guy with a progressively debilitating terminal illness sitting on a wheelchair but rather I was a brashly arrogant, invulnerable young cowboy bull rider strapped by his wrist to a nine-hundred pound behemoth, who was not especially thrilled to be locked in this make-shift cage with a hundred sixty-five pound distraction on his back.
As the snorting and drooling beast began to grow impatient with his current state of captivity by attempting to kick and buck his way out of the metal box that held him, the front gate of the cage slammed open with a clang. But rather than roar and growl out of the bull chute atop a nearly half-ton widow maker, I was jolted back to reality by the whirring of the motor of my trusty wheelchair as I began the docile roll back to our hotel.
So, any thoughts on that word I was looking for?
This doesn’t quite capture it but Ben’s favorite expression when his “mind gets blown” is “Holy Smack!” He doesn’t even know what it means but he exclaims loudly when necessary.
“cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs”
outside food?
Déjà vu?