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Definition: Lit. an “energy sucker”. Someone (usually a friend) who requires so much attention and emotional maintenance that their presence basically saps away all energy and offered care out of the relationships they get from other people.

Pronunciation: or-kuh-SOO-guh


This term is Icelandic, but I’ve seen it used by English-speakers twice before!

Why this word?

I think this word is so wonderfully perfect for that one type of person we all know.

They’re either always so distraught simply by being awake and being around other people that they burst into tears at the slightest mishap, or they’re always angry (“Cheated! Gipped! Everyone’s out to get me!”) and need to constantly be calmed down. They need to be assured, all the time, that they’re wonderful or not a victim or haven’t been lied to or they’re pretty… It never ends. It’s a personal issue of insecurity jacked up to hell and back on PCP. When you see them approaching, they’re like an emotional, tedious train of hair-trigger headaches and high blood pressure that has jumped the rails and is barreling down the mountain, right for your village.

And, they don’t have a legitimate chemical imbalance, or something, so the hysterics aren’t result of a clinical depression; they simply overreact to drama and unconsciously create more for themselves to react to. They love juicy gossip but can’t handle any kind of criticism they might get when they find out other people have been gossiping about them, too. They’ve always got a better story, a worse experience, a more expensive/cheaper whatever; they’re the “one-uppers”.

Everything is a big upheaval. Everything is a major production, a war, a never-ending emotional battle for their soul.

But, no matter how much you might feel that you care about that person, trust me–

That sort of grief is not worth the brief and very few moments of calm genuineness you may or may not get from them.

How to use the word orkusuga in a sentence?

“Kathy was an orkusuga. She talked about the auto accident with a shining gleam in her eye, relishing the terrible, gory details with a sort of intoxicated wonder– and then, when that was through, she carried on to moan about her own awful, ‘far too painful’ experience with a similar accident. ‘Oh, it’s too sad, I can’t possibly relive it in telling it.’ Obviously, she recounted every traumatic detail. Twice.”


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Written by Veronica Jacobs

Veronica Jacobs is a fiction writer, blogger, academic editor, and sci-fi enthusiast. Currently working freelance (with a background in English Literature), she spends most of her time writing.


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