👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully… prickly little word: "Șțönſelfkóndej.” (Okay, I just made that spelling up, to make the point clearer - we'll unpack that, of course.)
Basically—and this is admittedly a very loose definition, as no truly established academic institution currently recognises it—"șțönſelfkóndej-ness," which we shall henceforth affectionately refer to, let’s just call, the "Șt”,...it. 1) It's that certain feeling you get when an exquisitely sensible persons has a completely disastrously flamboyant moment of whimsy. You know? Like the accountant who bursts into an impromptu yodeling recital during the quarterly audit. 2, it’s also the lingering, slightly mortifying awareness that somewhere, sometime in the past, you absolutely should have worn a jauneté to a funeral. 3) Finally, and most conceptually, it's the unsettling truth that there isn't a real word for what you were just describing. Let's dissect the attempt at a spelling—it was meant to look vaguely Germanic, as if a language with very specific rules of pronunciation, then suddenly decided to throw some random letters in for good measure. —I simply threw that made-up spelling in there because you wouldn’t actually find it anywhere. It is the concept of something so uniquely and bizarre
