Pre-Valentine brevity
Triskaidekaphobia. How can the fear of the number 13 be so prevalent that it warrants the creation of a word especially for it, when other, far more important feelings do not? Such as, viz., that feeling you get when you have just the right amount of change left over to buy your favourite [food/book/drink/CD/etc.], or that feeling you get when you submerge your face in a pile of toast-warm laundry fresh out of the dryer and inhale, or that feeling you get when you log onto MSN and the person you're simply dying to talk to says "Oh I've been waiting up for you". I believe they're all related, somehow, but "contentment" is such a compendiary term.