A classic optimist describes the glass as “half full”, a classic pessimist decribes the glass as “half empty”.1
I am a convert to a digital lifestyle, “a world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud”2 . Our lives and our memories are limited only by the containers in which we put them.3 The last thing I want is to run out of space. So now when I refer to something as “full” it is invariably negative.
“My hard drive is too full.”
“I’ve got a full plate this week.”
It’s nothing new to say that someone is full of shit or full of themselves, but the issue in those statements is the contents, not the fullness. To be full was about being sated, about being content. I feel now that to be full is to be constrained, to be confined. These meanings are by no means novel uses of the word, more I feel a general connotational shift. Lexographical musing of the day.
3 Like these square watermelons they grow in Japan.