Origin: 1375–1425; late ME < L obsequiōsus, equiv. to obsequi(um) compliance (obsequ(ī) to comply with (ob- ob- + sequī to follow) + -ium -ium ) + -ōsus -ous
Obsequious has the root sequus meaning "to follow", and so an obsequy is the last duty performed for a person after their death, while an obsequious person is someone who "follows after" or is eager to be a follower;
Me, oddly enough, I meet people who are emotionally dying all the time, and it seems to me, that lately(the after Bush Year), I've walked far more back from the brink than usual, and no, I don't usually count, but my accountant reminds.
Anyhoo, me, how is it that I have no one to follow, or for that matter, the desire to follow another? Seems weird in that, why me Lord, kind of a way, but reversed!
The only way I can describe is to admit, that I now understand why some very powerful men have a strong desire for demanding wives, they crave someone else making the decision other than themselves!
Like cheap Spanish Champagne, I know this craving will displease me soon, but for the recurring moments that it's with me, I'm reminded that the reason why I put so much time into the radio station(www.kcgp.org) is that out there somewhere, is someone who needs to hear what's being broadcast, and if I'm called to serve in that way, I need to be about it!
Obsequious;
It means that I don't always have to lead, and that I surrender to the reality, that in order to do so affectively, I have to submit myself, to Him, who does...
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
