Cloy
cloy \KLOY\, transitive verb:
1. To weary by excess, especially of sweetness, richness, pleasure, etc.
2. To become distasteful through an excess, usually of something originally pleasing.
This was the Dictionary.com Word of the Day yesterday. I considered it for awhile because I thought the word didn't sound like its definition. Also, I wanted to linger on indulgences and imagine my limits.
(Note: I struggled in using the word correctly. I may not have gotten it right even once. Feel free to offer corrections or sentences of your own.)
Here's my little list.
Cloys means the thing or experience cloys quickly.
Bring It means just that.
Cereal: Bring it. I already eat at least a bowl a day, but I think I'd have to eat two a day for a month to be sick of it. Especially when there are blueberries to sprinkle on top.
Artichoke Jalapeno Dip: Bring it. I'd eat the whole Costco-sized tub with pita chips.
Vegas: Cloys my zest for partying after 24 hours.
Vacation: Less than 5 days, Bring It. Cloys my need for relaxation by day 6, after which I feel bloated and restless.
Cheese: Bring it. I'd stop for health reasons, but not because I tired of it. I'd need to eat a grotesque amount before it began to cloy my craving.
Celebrity Mags: Bring it. I try to abstain for as long as I can, but every once in a while I'll buy a magazine and it's never enough.
Sushi: Cloys. You think you can eat more, but you just can't make it fit.
Movies: It's been awhile since I sat through a movie marathon, so I'm going to guess after two good movies straight or seven movie nights in a row, my excitement and interest would be cloyed.
Champagne: Both. Two glasses is too many, three is not enough (to paraphrase a witty aquaintence).
Sex: Cloys. I have my limit. It's called Orgasm.
Well that was fun. As I always say, Everything in moderation, including moderation. How will you know what your moderate is if you don't test your limits?
1. To weary by excess, especially of sweetness, richness, pleasure, etc.
2. To become distasteful through an excess, usually of something originally pleasing.
This was the Dictionary.com Word of the Day yesterday. I considered it for awhile because I thought the word didn't sound like its definition. Also, I wanted to linger on indulgences and imagine my limits.
(Note: I struggled in using the word correctly. I may not have gotten it right even once. Feel free to offer corrections or sentences of your own.)
Here's my little list.
Cloys means the thing or experience cloys quickly.
Bring It means just that.
Cereal: Bring it. I already eat at least a bowl a day, but I think I'd have to eat two a day for a month to be sick of it. Especially when there are blueberries to sprinkle on top.
Artichoke Jalapeno Dip: Bring it. I'd eat the whole Costco-sized tub with pita chips.
Vegas: Cloys my zest for partying after 24 hours.
Vacation: Less than 5 days, Bring It. Cloys my need for relaxation by day 6, after which I feel bloated and restless.
Cheese: Bring it. I'd stop for health reasons, but not because I tired of it. I'd need to eat a grotesque amount before it began to cloy my craving.
Celebrity Mags: Bring it. I try to abstain for as long as I can, but every once in a while I'll buy a magazine and it's never enough.
Sushi: Cloys. You think you can eat more, but you just can't make it fit.
Movies: It's been awhile since I sat through a movie marathon, so I'm going to guess after two good movies straight or seven movie nights in a row, my excitement and interest would be cloyed.
Champagne: Both. Two glasses is too many, three is not enough (to paraphrase a witty aquaintence).
Sex: Cloys. I have my limit. It's called Orgasm.
Well that was fun. As I always say, Everything in moderation, including moderation. How will you know what your moderate is if you don't test your limits?
posted by Anne at 7:50 PM
3 Comments:
Hmm. Reminds me of Antonio Porchia.
"Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me."
Oddly, the only thing I do in moderation...is drink. Which is the one thing attorneys are famous for not doing.
That last one was racy for you!
R - I like that quote. :-) I think it's a lifelong challenge to find the perfect balance of things.
Good for you for your own moderation. That's an important one.
I know, I almost deleted the last one. Then I asked my husband if he thought it was too racy. He said something like, "You're a 35-year-old mother of two. You've probably had some sex. You can say Orgasm." He's good like that. :-D
Can I play, too?
Margaritas on the rocks, with salt:
Cloy. First one makes me happy, second one makes me want to dance, third one makes me feel like I can dance. After three, my body hates me for days.
Massage: Bring it. I think I could be rubbed in perpetuity and not get fussy. Throw in some back scratching and it's a Bring It ++++.
That WAS fun.
Amy
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