May I Have A Word With You?

images-4Every once in a while a word flies out of my mouth when I wonder, where the hell did that come from.

I found myself telling a friend he had a lot of gravitas. He gave me a funny look that suggested surprise, or what the fuck does that mean?

I’m leaning towards the latter, not because he isn’t sharp, but it’s an uncommon noun meaning…dignity, seriousness, or solemnity of manner….gravity, authority…sobriety with distinguished formality…

all of which he suffers from.

Its opposite being frivolity, lightheartedness, flippancy and fun a feature or two (or three) he lacks.

I could certainly claim this word if you’d discount my Lucy tendencies since it doesn’t share the stage with scatterbrain, loopy, dippy and daft. Airy, zany, quirky and just a tad off.

Having gravitas however can be viewed as a compliment since it also suggests leadership, guidance and good-orderly direction. Focus, wisdom, intelligence and soundness of mind.

One can translate this of course as dull, boring, overbearing and flat…tedious, monotonous and one helluva pain in the ass to anyone it applies to.

We all know people like that with feet almost too firmly on the ground their humor crushed by the weight.

My friend, for instance, is a well-read, slightly pompous writer I try to make laugh on a regular basis, a true challenge since I’m rarely successful gravitas coming between his distinguished formality and my chronic silliness.

What can a screwball do who can’t help if she thinks everything is slightly funny, a lifeboat of sorts keeping her afloat.

But all is not lost…he inspired this essay after all and would be more than a little mortified if he knew.


SB     images-2 Let’s face it, words simply rock.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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38 Responses to May I Have A Word With You?

  1. micklively says:

    Very good
    And for the bear: paws for thought?


  2. Love it Susannah, very clever. As for the bear…now that is something to ponder.


  3. In My Cluttered Attic says:

    And you do have a way with words. :O) By the way Susannah I just started reading one of the books you suggested, Stephen Kings, “On Writing” and I am loving it! Just about died laughing when he described his experience (at age three) with the cinderblock. It’s the way he describes it that had me laughing. A magnificent read thus far.


  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I think finding the humor in things is what helps us cope. You keep right on seeing the light side of life.


  5. This reminded me of when my old friend told me he was dying. I was going through the recesses of my mind trying to say something funny when I realized that it would be inappropriate. As it turned out, he had known for 2 years (death wasn’t all the imminent) and he was ready for funny. No gravitas here for sure.


  6. Gravitas is one thing I don’t have much of, I think. I could be wrong, since it’s not the sort of thing you can tell well by self-assessment.

    I find one possible drawback of being an avid reader is you don’t know which words are uncommon because they’re all common to you. I remember in high school, the teacher read out some essay of mine. He did it anonymously but my friends all knew it was mine since I used the word “camaraderie.”


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