It’s sort of on the tip of my tongue, and it’s been bothering me all week. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s that . . . thing, you know? When you feel that way? Or maybe it’s more the absence of a feeling. But it’s definitely there. Or times when – you know – that happens. Then it’s all over the place.
So what is it?
Presque vu? You know… like deja vu… only pretty much the opposite.
Anhedonia? The absence of happiness in situations where it would be the normal reaction? (Fun fact: Woody Allen named his character and film Annie Hall because it’s phonetically similar to the word anhedonia, which is what pretty much defines Alvy Singer in that film.)
But sometimes I think it’s a person. Someone famous. Maybe in a movie I saw on TV recently. Who was that?!
Je ne sais quoi.
Oh yeah! I remember now. I’m radioactive sticks out hand Shake!