Autumn confetti has no obvious connection to obsequious, but how could I possibly illustrate obsequious.

Obsequiousness makes my flesh creep. Yes, the act of being subjected to obsequious behaviour is uncomfortable but for me it is the physicality of the word. The minute it springs to mind something cold squeals down my spine like a bad chalk move on a blackboard or a dentist drill.

I had always thought the word was onomatopoeic  because of the involuntary physical shoulder hunching I feel when I hear it or even think about it.

I am absolutely fine with obsolete.

Obs-o-leet , not a shudder in sight . But the last three syllables of  Obs – ee-kwi-us have me wishing to climb 12 feet up a vertical glass wall.

How fabulous is it to be a person of no consequences and not suffer obsequience on a daily basis.

My small word rant is over. Back to Autumnal Confetti. No reason for either really.