👉 Okay, alright, settle down now, let’s tackle this… peculiar little piece of linguistic weirdness: "'spiritlessness-’.’
Now, honestly? When I stumbled upon that one initially, I choked on my lukewarm Earl Grey and genuinely thought I'd somehow misheard a badger. Because there isn't a deeply established, traditionally recognised, anything for the entire, frankly rather depressing concept of a state of utter, beige-tinted nothingness. Basically, "spiritlessness," as in the old word of that vintage, describes a lack of enthusiasm, zest, and general… prickliness. You know? That feeling when you stare into a beige wall and think, "Yep. This is me." It's the opposite of having some fire in your belly. Now, whoever coined this new bastardisation – which I suspect was probably a twenty-something with an aggressively ironic Tumblr feed – tacked on the numerical suffix for… reasons we can only guess at. Probably because the old word sounded too, well, old . Like it belonged to my great-aunt Mildred and her collection of doilys and disappointment. The numerical addition just seems to amplify that feeling. It’s not just a lack of spirit; it's the utter vacuum that follows when all the pretty crap has gone from your existence, leaving only this… beige void. It’s like a beige-tinted, slightly pathetic
