I love words. I love to read them and write them.
I read voraciously.
If I happen to run out of books to read, I am near to panic. I read any time that I can but my favourite place to read is down by the waters edge.
It's peaceful there with the water lapping against the rocks. I spread a blanket on the grass and I travel to distant places and into the lives of the characters in the book that I happen to be reading.
There is nothing like it.
Antagonyms happen to be my favourite type of words.
Describes a single word that has meanings that contradict each other.
Some examples are:
Anxious: Full of mental distress because of apprehension of danger or misfortune [in effect, seeking to avoid] (We were anxious about the nearby gunshots.) vs. Eager or looking forward to (Until you returned, I was anxious to see you.)
Cleave: To adhere tightly vs. To cut apart
Fast: Moving rapidly vs. Unable to move ("I was held fast to my bed.")
Ah the wonder that is the English language.
Okay I am done nerding out for today.
Everybody is a Genius
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