Somawee and ginzama

My friend and I decided one day a while ago during a text messaging conversation that we were saying "Amazing" and "Awesome" too often. So we agreed that we would only use our own private language words when ever we wanted to express how much awe we felt, and how mazed we were ("maze"). We decided our words of choice were to be "ginzama" and "somawee".

So today somebody did something that I thought was truly somawee. About ten of us were sat around a table chin-wagging. I think I was winding a friend up about how she was expected to a do a party piece at a dinner-party I had invited her to (I certainly do expect her to do this, but by pretending to be winding her up, I was thinking that she might be more likely to think it a good idea). Others were snacking and drinking tea.

In walks another friend with pizzas piled so high that she could only balance them by using her nose, which really isn't big enough for the task. She plonked them on a table, and announced "I am really depressed, so here you are!"

I thought to myself "Hang on a minute, YOU'RE depressed and you're buying US pizzas!". I couldn't get my head round it. Obviously the concept of being depressed and giving others something as a result is was foreign to me. Well, it certainly isn't now. The room lit up, the people stood up and promptly......

......grabbed some pizza!

And they gathered round this person and started quizzing her about what had led the black dog to her shoulder, and how rude it was to have done so, and how it better get lost or else.

But that is not the point. The point is that her reaction when it did appear was outward. The point was not the gathering round and spitting pizza, not the gathering round to hear her story and provide camaraderie and comfort, not the hugs, not the advice, not the consolation, not everything else (we would have done all of this anyway), but the decision; "I feel shit so I'm going to go and get some pizzas to bring pizza joy to my friends".

Somawee and ginzama.