Day 51: 4 Play

Play

I just discovered the word fore-play can only be used in one way!

In California slang: Oh, My Gosh!

And here I was thinking I could use the word to mean: the time before I played or the time leading up to play.

(I’m hyphenating the word fore-play, in hopes of avoiding the p-er-v-s that might use the search term. No offense if you used that search term and were just looking for tips with your Honey. I don’t mean you. But maybe I do. Can’t be too sure, these days…now I’m realizing I just typed p-e-r-v-. I give up.)

Writing is an act I generally enjoy. Not so much yesterday’s post, but overall, writing is like PLAY to me. I believe I ought to be able to write fore-play to imply the play time leading up to my writing. But it looks like I’m out of luck!

I am picturing myself in a crowded room (heart beating fast) and having a small-chat-chat with a stranger (heart beating faster), and casually offering, “My writing involves a lot of foreplay.”

At this time, I would probably start obsessing about my heart beating so very fast, and start hypothesizing all the ways in which I could be dying, e.g., heart attack brought on by genetic mutation, clogged arteries, and my favorite, that Sir Brain continually obsesses about—heart suddenly explodes for unknown reason!

As I was obsessing, I’d likely miss the nonverbal clues of the person standing next to me, who was processing my statement.

I’d miss the person raise a brow or I’d miss him/her attempt to raise a brow. (I can raise my right eyebrow super high, and forget others don’t have my same skill set.) I’d miss the quizzical-who-the-heck-are-you-smile. I’d not realize a tape (CD for younger generation) was playing in the stranger’s mind.

Perhaps something like this: “Is she naïve, uneducated, bold, or just plain stupid? Or maybe trying to pick me up?”

I’d miss the follow-up smirk or wink—dependent upon interpretation. And I’d mosey along towards the food table, entirely oblivious of the person’s response to my utterance, while gorging myself on prawns and crab-cakes, in an attempt to subside Sir Brain’s rapid thinking on death.

They know what I'm talking about!

 Words like fore-play get tangled in my mind.

I love words. I am fascinated by words. They are brilliant and beautiful. And I love to paint pictures with words. Words are my primary colors blended into soothing pastels, when they merge with the white of my computer screen.

Words are my friends. And they are also my enemies. I keep words close. I watch them carefully and with awe. The slightest change, just one little letter, alters the whole meaning. Just a slight dab of painted word, a speck in the corner of the canvas, transforms the entire picture.

I still don’t comprehend why the word fore-play can’t be used in other ways.

The word fore can mean: the front, that which is in front; the future. A method of proceeding. Before. Previously.

 The word Play means: Engage in activity for enjoyment or recreation rather than practical purpose. Usually involving children.

But when I combine the two together, they don’t mean: the play you do before the play. This is confusing.

Why can’t the word combo mean the play writing I do before the writing? I love to play write before I write. I usually write a half page or more, before I find my voice and know what I want to write about. Then I delete, and begin again.

Some people, reading this post, are thinking, really? This is the best you got after you played and deleted?

Yep. This is ME!

I wanted to call this post the Origin of Fore-play. But I didn’t want to attract creeps.

Just putting that out there.

It is a funny and intriguing title, after all.

Be forewarned, don’t go digging into the word origin of fore-play, unless you want an eye-full. Neither do you want to search for images or search for examples of what p-e-r-v means. And YouTube—you know how Crazy Frog likes to find associated videos for my posts. In relation to this post, AVOID YouTube searches. LV is still hiding in shame. 

You might be wondering about the point of this here post. How this could possibly relate to Asperger’s Syndrome.

Let me point out what this post demonstrates:

  1. Words mean a lot to me.
  2. Words are confusing, especially when they have multiple meanings, or when society has combined two words to mean something different than expected and/or that don’t make logical sense.
  3. I confuse words.
  4. Confusing words can cause embarrassment.
  5. I am often unaware I ought to maybe be embarrassed.
  6. My actions confuse others.
  7. Confusing others can ostracize me (or make people like me even more).
  8. I can pretty much write about anything given a particular topic.
  9. I’m a risk taker and have a hidden talent for finding cool videos.
  10. The combo of Green Tea, chocolate cookies, and the supplement Gaba make me even more interesting.

You Tube Links You Might Enjoy

Sometimes certain words leave me feeling unsettled. If you’re like me, this is to relax you.

For those of you who were really hoping for more out of this post, here’s a frisky dolphin. 

And music, we have to have music!

Now I’m wondering about the words play toy! And thinking about when I was 18 years of age, a college freshman, and how one of my first college courses was all juniors and seniors, an upper division class, that I had no idea I ought not to have signed up for. And I’m thinking about the videos in that class, and the topic, and how my face was always beet-red.

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10 thoughts on “Day 51: 4 Play

  1. 1. I’ve always thought of the word “pre-play” to describe that period before you’re playing.
    2. OMFG DOLPHINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE DOLPHINS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOLPHINS YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY *BOUNCY FLAPPY BOUNCY* (Ok, honestly, that was 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, etc. but I had to keep it short.)

    YAY DOLPHINS!

    1. LOL! What a happy, glee-filled response. I’ll have to post more dolphins for you! You’re funny. Bouncy, Flappy, Bouncy—dolphins are super cool. LOL ~ Thanks for the smile 🙂 🙂 🙂

  2. Awww!

    You have described beautifully what words mean to me as well. I love them. When I write it is the only time I actually feel completely connected and in sync with my body.

    Words and numbers have been my faithful friends throughout my entire life. The only time words hurt me are when they are used as weapons, or out of context. They confuse me when used with strange tones, or inaccurate definitions.

    Oh, I could go on, but I believe you have covered it very well!!

    Whoooo! Love Play That Funky Music!! I am dancing. Whoop! Whoop!

    1. Whoop! Whoop! Knew of all people you’d get it! Glad you danced. You describe your experience well and with great clarity. Thanks as always for stopping by. Bubbles and Love ~ Sam 🙂

  3. I’m wondering how much spam you are going to end up with due to this post! Brave, pushing forward despite your choice of words! You did make me laugh at the imaginary conversation over the misuse of the word. I can see that happening.

    Interesting how you have described the way Asperger’s works into your love of words. I did enjoy how you described your love of words as primary colors blended into pastels like a bit of synesthesia. Very nice.

  4. 😆 sam you are so funny but so right. I mean why say fore-play why not fore-sex..
    seriously lets use foreplay and change the way its being used..
    If you had used foreplay in your tag or the tittle origin of forplay your blog wold have got so may hits that wordpress would have crashed 😆
    what an excellent humourous write up Sam
    I love your sense of humour
    hugs n love 🙂

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