A technique I often employ, helping to achieve success in venting my frustrations through the power of words. All one has to do is slide their face from side-to-side across the keyboard until something of worth appears in the little box.
I'm not a writer, far from it, but I do enjoy language. The origin of a word intrigues me, its meaning and many uses. The way a word might not carry the same understanding from one person to the next can be a source of conflict or one of great jocularity: standard varieties in speech, especially when associated with a particular ethnic or regional group or when used out of context can completely change the way in which it's interpreted. Humour is the best example I've found of this, especially when distinguishing sarcasm from literal language.
Writing also provides me with a safe environment in which to explore fears, thoughts, feelings and ideas that make no sense when spoken out loud. Like ripples in water settling to reveal a clear reflection, writing somehow manages to piece together things that pour from the big stupid thing on top of my shoulders into something I can understand.
I visit this blog in times such as this, when I need to evacuate bad thoughts from the mother ship out into the world where they have space to grow, or time to die...
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