Yesterday I did something I haven't done in ages. I took out a pencil and paper (not even my favorite black pen), and I wrote. A lot.
And I realized something... my handwriting SUCKS!
I was always, always, alllllways very particular about my handwriting when I was younger, making sure every curve was formed just so. And that the end result was something I enjoyed looking at from a distance or even upside down. Perfectly perfect handwriting *le wowsa's*.
Yeah, but that handwriting is LONG gone. Gone are the days of nubby pencils and .18 cent pens... replaced by $1000 keyboards. I mean really, it's *much* faster to type and just get it all out there off the top of your head, right? Not to mention that if you make a mistake you don't have to erase it. You just delete, delete, delete, ctrl shft arrow arrow.
But I sooooo enjoyed sharpening my pencil yesterday and was surprised that when I wrote I actually had all kinds of time to think very particularly about the words I used to express myself, because let's face it. It takes AGES to write one little word (like my name - man, could my parents have PICKED a longer name?!). All this compared to any old crap finding its typed way on to the blog. Can you believe I didn't even use one single like, crap, cool, neat, fun, or whoa?
And I really enjoyed it when I got to the 3rd piece of paper because my middle finger was all sore and chafed from the wood on the tip of the pencil. Battle wounds man. I was soooo brought back to 10th grade calculus.
When I got done with one page, I held it up to the wall and actually wanted to frame it because it was rather lovely (not as lovely as it used to be, of course). Taking all this in, it's kind of sad the art of handwriting is disappearing... wouldn't you agree?