I have noticed over the years that I have a knack for giving completely new meanings to words. Considering English isn’t my first language this isn’t perhaps all that surprising, but it is rather ironic because I’m naturally quite conservative linguistically. Or I suppose you could say that I’m a bit of a verbal snob.
My man is Turkish and even though we’re both articulate and well-read at times some very confused dialogues take place in our home. Picture this: we’re happily chatting away in the kitchen while making dinner and I’ll say something containing a slightly unusual word. “Exactly what does that word really mean?”, he’ll ask. And whilst I think I know I often don’t, not really, it’s more of a feeling I have. This scenario could easily be reversed. It’s a case of the blind leading the blind.
Yesterday we were talking about the difference between pleasure and joy. And before you get any ideas, it was a very general conversation with no particular focus. Instead we were simply wondering if the main difference between the two is that pleasure is dependent on an outside source, and is always accompanied by pain of some sort (not a physical pain necessarily, but a wanting for more), whereas joy can be experienced completely independently and with no strings attached?
Examples of pleasure could be
- A great dinner
- A box of champagne truffles
Examples of joy could be:
- A beautiful sunset
- Or an amazing lunar eclipse
- A wave of inexplicable happiness just washing over you
Do you agree? Is there a definite difference between pleasure and joy, and is pleasure always chased by pain?