Convivial: (adj) friendly and agreeable
It becomes obvious to me why some words are foreign to my ear, or for some reason, have ceased to be popular. After all, when would the word “convivial” actually come up in our present-day society?
I suppose if we found ourselves at a particularly exciting party, and inebriation was only making people silly, a wordsmith might offer “convivial” to describe the event.
Yet to live a life where you are pursuing a convivial attitude might cause the large majority of fellow-travelers to be suspicious, if not angry, over your lack of awareness about how miserable everything truly is.
I have often wondered what I would have done if I were on the deck of the Titanic the night it struck the iceberg, and it became obvious that in a short time I would be floating in the water, an iceberg myself.
Would I turn religious?
Would I pray, scream to the heavens?
Would I get angry and push people around because I wanted to be the last one in line to croak?
Would I crawl into a lifeboat and pretend I was “Mrs. Something-or-Other?”
Would I grab my banjo and join the band in playing, “Nearer My God to Thee?”
Since I assume the galley would be deserted, would I go down and hit the pastry tray, knowing it wouldn’t make any difference anymore?
Or would I look around into the frightened, horrified and distraught faces of my cohorts and try to make our last moments convivial?