Meaning: a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head—a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback—which serves as a kind of psychological batting cage where you can connect more deeply with people than in the small ball of everyday life.
Etymology: Not known (at least to me)
Usage in a sentence: “She indulged in the feelings of jouska, mostly at tea time.”
Don’t we all do this when we dream of talking to our crushes? *blush* And if you’re all grown up now, you might have been guilty of this in your teenage days. Even if you’re vigorously shaking your head reading this statement.
More practical examples, which are applicable to other demigods.
- You want to approach your boss for a pay raise. You practice all the movements: the slight stuttering and flattery, and finally popping the question.
- You want to fight with Arnab Goswami. And win. You concoct the perfect conversation you will have with him at 9 pm on the Newshour. On a topic he doesn’t know much about (I wonder if it’s even possible that he doesn’t know something). You dream of screaming louder than he does, and he finally concedes, listening to you, meekly accepting defeat.
- You imagine talking to your friends about your new boyfriend. Trying to make him sound more appealing than he actually is. Just so that you don’t look like an absolute idiot in front of your friends, who clearly have better baes than the one you have hanging around your neck. (Or maybe they’re pretending too?)
- You salivate as you think of hundreds of ways to give a mouth-shutting comeback to your enemy. Or that person who always tries to find fault with you.
If you’re wondering what I jouska about, I’ll put it out here. When I was in my Daniel-Radcliffe-loving phase, I used to constantly think about this – He’s in mortal danger, and I’m a secret service agent. Who saves his life. And he falls in love with me. And we live happily ever after. I could fill thousands of books with the conversations I’ve had with DanRad in my mind ❤
Now, I mostly think of nothing. Just blank walls and nothing else. I force myself to think about dialogues for my novel when I’m doing nothing. Or maybe talk to Fabulus. I don’t dream or fantasize about anyone right now. Writing is bae now. *sheepish smile*
So, which is the one conversation you are fixated with, and keep replaying in your mind every single moment of the day? Share in the comments section 🙂
Information source at Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
P.S.: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Still working on my masterpiece. Scheduled day for completion- 30th April. Might self-publish it by mid-May.
P.P.S: This post is the 100th post over at Fabulus and the Blue Life. 🙂