When I was in school and had to write papers, I dreaded getting them back. More red dripped from them than from a vampire’s teeth. It seemed that my teachers were so captuous. (Had I known that word back then, I might have said something to my teachers like, “Stop being so captuous, you ninny.” Well, maybe not phrased quite like THAT…)
Captuous (KAP-shuhs) is an adjective that means having an inclination to find faults, especially of a trivial nature. That’s what English teachers do with research papers, right? Find every little niggling mistake and encircle it in the arms of red ink? Sometimes, I wished that they were less captuous.
English teachers are not the only captuous folks on the planet. Mothers tend to be captuous about their children’s behavior and about leaving the house with clean underwear on. (Thanks, Mom. But so far, I have never been in a car accident where I would be embarrassed to have medical technicians see the sorry state of my underwear.)
Wives are captuous creatures when it comes to their spouse’s personal grooming habits. (What? I have to shower and put on deodorant before I go to the wedding? I showered last month . . .)
Bosses are captuous aficionados. How do I say micromanaging?
Lest you want your friends, family members, and the random man on the street think that you are captuous, you might want to lighten up a wee bit. Don’t be so picky. Look at the forest and forget about the trees. You’ll win friends and influence people more if you do.