Friday, September 21, 2007
Just a little note...
There are times when you feel like the wind is suddenly sucked out of you. When you want to shut down. Stop. Leave everything in its place and excise yourself, a hole from the fabric of reality. And yet, you cannot. Despite your deepest wish to simply disappear, whether whole or by parts, you cannot. The human experience can be a cruel, harsh event, for you are allowed neither respite nor response. You are stripped down to elementals leaving you torn and shredded, a piece of spiritual meat on the world's spit.
The First of Many
I don't expect this to be widely-read. Who, after all, wants to hear the ramblings of a grammar-obsessed unemployed highschool English teacher with a penchant for referencing old and obscure books and has in his head capricious ideas about being a writer?
Well, I do, and that's why I'm writing. For me, it's a catharsis. A chance to explain to myself and perhaps to others what goes on in my life, why I use so many commas, and why I seemingly have never heard of the subjunctive clause. The commas are a passing thing, I promise. Though by now, you are, like me, probably counting each and every one and wondering whether or not I've truly got an obsessive personality. Let me put your mind to rest: I do not. I just like to write and observe.
I want to use the phrase "over the years" here, but it seems that the use of that phrase is exclusively limited to those in whose purview age has gained them wisdom. That is, I feel a little young to use "Over the years". I feel like I should be enjoying a nice shiraz and a jazz standards album sung by Diana Krall to be playing over my stereo system, rather than wanting to "burn with a hard, gem-like flame". I'm caught between two extremes in life, and neither is helpfully informing me of who I should be or am, or how to go about my daily life. So on balance, I won't use the phrase, and will try to move toward something else to tell you something about me.
As you may have guessed (Please don't use "may or may not" - It's redundant if you think about it), I think. A lot. About everything. Occasionally I manage to put words to paper, or in this case pixels to screen, but many of my ramblings go untouched. This will be a place to entertain some of those ramblings, some of my bipolar-induced treats. A place where I can nourish my thoughts, and let them at least find a chance to germinate, if not a space to grow.
In any case, I'll leave that be for now. Peace.
Well, I do, and that's why I'm writing. For me, it's a catharsis. A chance to explain to myself and perhaps to others what goes on in my life, why I use so many commas, and why I seemingly have never heard of the subjunctive clause. The commas are a passing thing, I promise. Though by now, you are, like me, probably counting each and every one and wondering whether or not I've truly got an obsessive personality. Let me put your mind to rest: I do not. I just like to write and observe.
I want to use the phrase "over the years" here, but it seems that the use of that phrase is exclusively limited to those in whose purview age has gained them wisdom. That is, I feel a little young to use "Over the years". I feel like I should be enjoying a nice shiraz and a jazz standards album sung by Diana Krall to be playing over my stereo system, rather than wanting to "burn with a hard, gem-like flame". I'm caught between two extremes in life, and neither is helpfully informing me of who I should be or am, or how to go about my daily life. So on balance, I won't use the phrase, and will try to move toward something else to tell you something about me.
As you may have guessed (Please don't use "may or may not" - It's redundant if you think about it), I think. A lot. About everything. Occasionally I manage to put words to paper, or in this case pixels to screen, but many of my ramblings go untouched. This will be a place to entertain some of those ramblings, some of my bipolar-induced treats. A place where I can nourish my thoughts, and let them at least find a chance to germinate, if not a space to grow.
In any case, I'll leave that be for now. Peace.