Perhaps the loss and blurring of memories from old age isn’t entirely a bad thing. We can look back on our lives through the filter of contentment for a life well lived.
We can remember the happy birthdays, the important anniversaries, the great grandkids, and forget the nosy, incompetent co-workers, the uncaring, slave-driver bosses, the crazy neighbors, and the arrogant politicians.
The other day, I merely had a lemma. I’m pleased, because almost no-one else knows when they’ve got one. A lemma is a spikelet of grass or other plant.
Linguaphiles speak of words which are positive, which have no negatives, or negative, but have no positives. Poor ‘dilemma’ is a bit of an orphan – one parent, and no-one knows what it is.
The phrase ‘caught in a cleft stick’ means that someone is jammed between two options, unable to make a choice for either one. The prefix ‘di’ also means two. The word ‘dilemma’ is a situation where you are already impaled on two sharp, contradictory choices, and getting off is going to be intellectually or emotionally painful, and adopting and sticking yourself with either single option will hurt even more. See lose/lose, or zero-sum-gain situation.
Reprogramming the Star Fleet computer so that you can win the Kobyashi Maru mission test is not a dilemma. If only we were able to reprogram more of life’s double-edged predicaments. Things would go so much more smoothly.
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