Maybe it's just me, but this word reminds me of the green little mini-trees that in some miraculous way I used to like when I was a kid. Vegetables were never my favourite dish, and weird green things like beans and Brussels sprouts were my biggest enemy. Not the broccoli, however. Broccoli always managed to taste good enough to pass for actual food, and as I grew up, this still remained one of my favourite vegetables. I think it's mainly because the sauce my mother is used to serve with it, because I like cauliflowers just the same and it is served with the exact same sauce. Oh well, I don't really know or care why I like this, and dislike that. All I was trying to say is that the word of today reminds me of this plant.
Now, to actually start talking about the real subject here, the word of today is imbroglio. It literally means a very confused or complicated situation. In fact, this explanation really brings out the best of the word, as I am pretty confused right this moment. That this by origin Italian word can mean that a situation is complicated, that I can grasp. How can a situation possibly be confused, however? Isn't a situation supposed to be confusing, rather than being able to express emotions or thoughts or whatever it needs to be able to show when it is called confused? Since when is that possible? It might be just a little rule I haven't heard of yet, which tells us that "confused" can be used with different meanings and in different circumstances but in my world things like these are still impossible. The world is changing, I know, but why this? Let's just hope this isn't a sign to announce the real ending of the world at the end of this year, let's hope this is just a minor mistake from those -at least to me- unknown people or mistaken interpretation from my side of the screen. After all, I'm not exactly an expert on the matters of dictionary making. (Although I would have definately improved several things, looking at my previous blogs that were sometimes full with disbelief of the logic used in this thing.)
Anyway, I'm going to take a look at what I've just written since I'm typing this without the screen, nor keyboard free for me to see. I'm kind of experimenting to find the best position while typing this, since I'm a bit tired of he constant aching wrists or back or whatever... Luckily for me this computer isn't making me write this live on the internet, and gives me the ability and opportunity t edit as much as I want to without people knowing what my first draft was. Not that I have ever changed something in my blogs, not ever. I believe in the purity of immediately accepting my draft as the final version, without the spelling mistakes and typo's of course. . something completely different than I'm used to regarding my poems and stories, I'm quite the perfectionist when I'm being a little bit more arty than writitng a blog. These are just my random thoughts, no need to put them in perfect order as I type them in the same order as they are being created in my mind, which is logical and obvious to the point of no needing an explanation of course. However, since I'm bored (really, again?) I will tell you this anyway. (^-^) Yes, let's see how many mistakes I've already made, and go do some paragraphing since I guess this one is way too long...
Not too bad, I had only made a few mistakes writing like that, I think I'll do it like this every time. By all means, I am going to wish this poor little confused broccoli a nice day, and I hope he or she will find his or her sense of logic back so that it/he/she won't be so confused any more. Ok, how the hell do I have to address a broccoli? Is it male, female or neutral? O god, I just looked it up on the internet and apparently broccoli is plural of broccolo, or at least that's what is used to be in the mid 17th century. No wonder why those broccoli are confused, they don't know who they are. They are probably all male, female and neutral broccolos put together and then called broccoli, although the term broccolo comes from Italian and therefore is most likely only masculine. I don't care about that, I'll just pretend those broccoli are a bunch of confused little creatures, forced together a very long time ago and now having evolved into this big one thing , being one vegetable with many heads all trying to convince the other heads to shut up and listen to him or her. It's like being schizophrenic in vegetable world. Must be hard and that's what you can call a real imbroglio.