Quixotic

For those readers not in the know and without the convenience of a dictionary, quixotic means idealistic in a romantic or impractical way (according to my copy of Webster's, at least.) A good word, no doubt. A bit flowery, not particularly easy to work into conversation, but still, a good word.

In a hazy cab ride a few weeks back this word flew out of my mouth. I was on my way from a bar downtown to catch the drunk train out of Penn Station at 1:41 am (those who hang out in New York City and live in New Jersey will know what I'm talking about, but for the uninitiated, it's the last train out of the city and back to Jersey until 4:20 am.) I am not sure I was really aware I was saying this word out loud. I am not sure the word registered with either of the other 2 passengers in the cab. I am sure that I said it. The context, however, now escapes me.

Whatever the context may have been, its use concerns me. I have a certain tendency towards being impractically idealistic and romantic. I just don't want others to know this about me, particularly those who may be the object of any silly, idealistic, romantic fantasies running around my brain. You know, like one of the other passengers in the cab. I'll stop myself, because I have no intention of making this blog an public online diary. Not that anyone actually reads my fledgling little blog, but still.

So, for those who are reading, even good words can get you into trouble. Sometimes more so than the bad ones.

Thus endeth the lesson.