👉 Okay, let’s tackle the wonderfully prickly and somewhat nebulous little word – McKenna. Now, McKenna isn't a name that immediately leaps to mind with any sort of established definition. Frankly, for years I suspected it was just someone’s really long middle initial, which honestly, wouldn't surprise me given the current state of things.
Here’s what we generally accept , and frankly, you might find this rather… unsettling: McKenna essentially describes a state of being that is neither quite awake nor entirely asleep. Think of it as the emotional equivalent to perpetually existing in the last 30 seconds before you're supposed to actually, genuinely, feel something. There are layers here! McKenna-ness isn’t sadness. It isn't exactly boredom, but rather a low-frequency hum of...anticipation that never quite materializes. It feels like being on a train perpetually stuck in the tunnel, knowing the next stop will either be amazing or profoundly disappointing and you can neither brace yourself for it nor truly care. The origin is hotly debated amongst folklorists who specialise in obscure 20th-century anxieties. Some theorise McKenna stems from the late McKenna of Milltown, a recluse said to have spent his life meticulously documenting the changing patterns of lichen growth—a practice that, according to legend, granted him this peculiar state, and then it just… spread. Others suspect it's simply the result of too much indie folk music and
