Today I was in a funk. It was probably my own fault, but knowing that only made it worse. I found solace in discovering that there are at least two words that perfectly articulate the way I was feeling – malaise and ennui. The mere fact that these words exist to so specifically describe my sentiments means that I can’t be the only one to have felt them. I take much comfort in this thought. People have been waking up “in a funk” for centuries!
Malaise: a feeling of general discomfort or uneasiness; an “out of sorts” feeling
Ennui: a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom
And now, some pictures of malaise and ennui embodied…it may feel awful, but it sure looks lovely.
Ennui can be felt outdoors…
or indoors…
in white dresses…
in ugly dresses…
in no dresses…
and by dark-haired, long-legged people.
I think it is especially selfish of that last girl to feel anything even remotely resembling malaise or ennui…if I had such adorable hair, I would never feel out of sorts.
But that is the thing about ennui and malaise: they are non-discriminatory predators and prey upon us all as equals, the well-coiffed and shoddy-haired alike.
I think I have written myself out of ennui.
