👉 Okay, let’s tackle the frankly rather prickly beast of the word, "…
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Mousie-thwack (we'll just stick with the admittedly unfortunate portmanteau)!”
Now, a “mouse-thwack," as I personally have termed it after extensive field research and frankly disturbing late nights spent googling obscure 1980s point-and-… whatever... the thing. Let’s unpack this. Essentially, a mouse-thwack is that feeling you get when an irritating, petty, almost aggressively mediocre individual has completely undermined your carefully constructed sense of self, and then they just… sit there . Historically, it's thought to originate in early British domestic circles – specifically, the awkward household dynamics around a very, . 1. It describes the act of someone being an infuriating impediment. 2. The target is not necessarily malicious, but rather, the sheer, unrepentant beige-ness of their existence. They are neither actively awful, nor particularly good. They simply… exist in a way that's profoundly and slightly hysterically annoying. You know that guy at the pub who just quietly refills his pint every 15 minutes while mans complicating the football scores? The woman in your book club who always has exactly three objections to every point you raise,
