I think they are symonyms but pliable usually used for something elongated, like wire that can be easily bent. Malleable for more substantial things that can be reshaped by hammering or kneading.
Yes that’s what came to my mind. I always used pliable to describe the way good hashish would be easy to pull, tear, stretch apart, reform and roll, but I can see how malleable is surely the more accurate term. I just like the sound of pliable more and I think I’m naturally drawn to using words I like, poetically.
Simply using language is a therapy for me you know. It’s one if the things that keeps me sane, focussed, motivated, grounded.
But if I had the luxury some time of my ultimate heart’s desire really prevented by such difficult living circumstances- simply, time to myself, my own dwelling ideally, or at least a break, holiday….I could spend forever in total peaceful isolation without actually needing language.
It would be like changing modes. I won’t and can’t do that living with my mum close neighbours school behind so must bustle all day, but I love to just enter the moment, like a river of emotional release and fortification.
I only ever actually do this, if I’m lucky once a year- as soon as my mum goes on holiday.
Only then is everything “timeless”, fully in my control, total charge and freedom to create.
My mum’s incredible, but we are polar opposites astrologically and she’s a massive driving force for my anxiety, and patterns of drug use. Not attributing blame it’s just true.
Only finance in relation to dependence on an alternative treatment and supplement, diet routine really prohibits me from living nearby by self.
Like, I’d happily live in the house next door. I’m not trying to cut ANYBODY out, least all my mum I’m just not like that.
I just NEED my space so bad.
The more I trip, the more I’m tuned in to everything, including my mum so this plays indirectly into my major anxiety condition.
I’m sure people could relate.