Cursive fantasies
I’ve always wanted to be one of those people. The ones whose thoughts just flowed effortlessly. One into the other. Oh, to be fluent like the fascinating people I meet from time to time, or maybe just to be able to carry a conversation with them.
I get lost in thoughts sometimes, almost as if I’ve forgotten how to get out of them. Sometimes I start out with a specific idea, but a few vague turns later, I find myself in a completely different thought process. But I’ve always wanted to be more coherent. Not like the block letters on a chalkboard, but like the fountain pen stylings in an old leather journal.
There are people out there, many of them on my blogroll, whom I admire for this ability. They are not just clever on the screen, but in person as well (not to assume that those I haven’t met are any less clever). I always wanted to be more that way, and I’ve often wondered why I’m not. Of course I have ideas as to why, but no firm answers.
It’s probably one of the reasons I enjoy writing. I can edit my thoughts before you see them. Of course, I can also just dash them off and send them into cyberspace without any real consideration (though I try to avoid doing that).
I don’t know—this is just one of those random posts that wanders a bit too much, like so many of the more ambitious thoughts in my head. In order to ward off the growing sense of boredom this post may be instilling in you, you may want to sample a few posts from one or two of my sidebar residents.
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