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Hamper is really a misnomer. If anything, it should be called a helper.

The word ‘picky’ is counterintuitive. It seems to imply that someone who is picky would pick a lot. Like they’re pick-happy, but in fact picky people rarely end up picking anything because they’re so picky.

There’s a great twitter account @WeNeedaWordFor

Its description is as follows: There are over 10,000 words in the English language, but there is no word for… 

Its funny. Trust me. Check it out!

And… so that you don’t have to scour its history of tweets, I’ve posted the best (aka my submissions aka not really the best, but just mine) below.

Tweet ya heart out!

WeNeedaWordFor the anxiety one feels when putting an essential piece of wardrobe in the hamper for fear he will need it before it’s clean.

WeNeedaWordFor the surge of badassness one feels when unnecessarily exiting the subway through the emergency exit and activating the alarm.

WeNeedaWordFor when everyone LOVES (italicized) the one person you can’t stand.

WeNeedaWordFor when someone who friended you on Facebook doesn’t acknowledge ever knowing you when in public.

WeNeedaWordFor the pride and satisfaction one gets upon realizing his/her tweet has been retweeted by @WeNeedaWordFor

WeNeedaWordFor the panic you feel when you realize your phone battery doesn’t have enough juice to make it with you through the day. 

WeNeedaWordFor the fear that the awful body odor you’re smelling might be coming from you and not the guy next to you. 

WeNeedaWordFor the remorse one feels when after lazily postponing a trip to the toilet, he hears someone else occupy the bathroom

WeNeedaWordFor the random premonition and subsequent fulfillment of said feeling, that the person ahead of the line you chose will hold the line up

I can’t read the word ‘patio’ without instinctively thinking it’s read ‘pa-shee-o’.