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Okay, let’s tackle this… elusive… thing called, frankly, the awkwardly named acronym: "ù†— — — — ——" (Okay, I just butchered that a whole lot for effect. Let's stick with it as, um...
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Now, according to the incredibly stuffy and frankly rather paranoid documentation of the International Bureau of Linguistic Oddities (…it’s a real thing! Just kidding… mostly.) Ț———— is supposed to designate that specific, almost aggressively brief, moment when you realise the beige everything of your entire adult life isn't actually what you wanted. Here's the really good stuff: It basically describes the feeling of looking around at a room filled with perfectly acceptable, utterly forgettable possessions and suddenly screaming into the face of the void that there’s absolutely nothing here to be remembered by. You don't know exactly what you want, it just… throbs, this low-frequency anxiety about existing as the beige equivalent of a lukewarm spreadsheet. We haven't quite nailed down the exact trigger—it seems to randomly manifest during the consumption of instant decaf or when staring directly into a ficus. Scientists are baffled. Philosophers have written dissertations on it (mostly consisting of "meh," honestly). Here’s what makes it so wonderfully, terribly weird:
