Short Posts
Mar. 30th, 2020 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mesotablarI want to be one of those writers who can write short little posts full of wit and humour. Like the many people I read on tumblr or twitter. Sadly it is not to be. Once I start rambling I just can't stop, at least not for a few paragraphs of text. Like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls, I have word vomit. As she can't not fill silence, I seem to not be able to see one or two lines as sufficient to fill a blank box.
Maybe it has something to do with my inability to distil my thoughts to the pure essence of the point I am trying to make. In verbal arguments I have been stung too many times by making statements true to myself then being at a loss of vocabulary to explain them comprehensively on the spot. Then the other person things they have convinced me of their point or that I am wrong when in reality I am madly scrambling for words to make them understand my point. Generally now I don't engage in verbal arguments. I just say I disagree and if they wish for a rebuttal I shall have a written statement available to them within the week. Luckily most of the people I fight with tend to be moody, so we growl at each other then go away and sit alone in the dark until we feel better then seek each other out to apologise. The issue might not be solved but we are at peace again.
It would be so much more satisfying to be a quick wit. To be a God of Short Phrases and the ability to throw them out into the world at artfully appropriate moments. The instant perfect come back. The eye catching bumper sticker. The hook post that gets you reading an entire blog in one session.
I do have things to say but mostly they come out of me as written essays....more like scratchy draft essays that ramble a bit. I know that turns people off. I know it turns me off. The only wall of text I like to see is a library shelf.
Maybe I should just give up my aspiration of epic one liners and give in to what already seems to be apparent. This blog is a book. Each post is a chapter of that book. A page from the chapters of my life. All screamed into the void.
Maybe it has something to do with my inability to distil my thoughts to the pure essence of the point I am trying to make. In verbal arguments I have been stung too many times by making statements true to myself then being at a loss of vocabulary to explain them comprehensively on the spot. Then the other person things they have convinced me of their point or that I am wrong when in reality I am madly scrambling for words to make them understand my point. Generally now I don't engage in verbal arguments. I just say I disagree and if they wish for a rebuttal I shall have a written statement available to them within the week. Luckily most of the people I fight with tend to be moody, so we growl at each other then go away and sit alone in the dark until we feel better then seek each other out to apologise. The issue might not be solved but we are at peace again.
It would be so much more satisfying to be a quick wit. To be a God of Short Phrases and the ability to throw them out into the world at artfully appropriate moments. The instant perfect come back. The eye catching bumper sticker. The hook post that gets you reading an entire blog in one session.
I do have things to say but mostly they come out of me as written essays....more like scratchy draft essays that ramble a bit. I know that turns people off. I know it turns me off. The only wall of text I like to see is a library shelf.
Maybe I should just give up my aspiration of epic one liners and give in to what already seems to be apparent. This blog is a book. Each post is a chapter of that book. A page from the chapters of my life. All screamed into the void.
