I can’t write a
rap. Nor will I ever be able to. Maybe some day in the far future where new
people exist and new creations are created. But for right now I can’t write a
rap.
I can write songs.
I can write spiffy songs about love and heartbreak. Melodies that relate to
people’s lives and soul songs. I can hum a tune and sketch lyrics about loss
and abandonment, and shorty after, turn around with a brand new smile etched
upon my cheeks and come up with a chorus about the wisdom in an old man’s
somber eyes, or the kindness and gentleness in a mother’s hands.
I am a writer and I
intend to tell stories for the rest of my life. I intend to share marvelous
spiels about things that happened in my livelihood, or I thought up in my brain
and concocted in my thoughts and embellished with my lips.
I love words just
as much as I love human beings. I love the way words feel when you speak them
and the tingles you get in the back of your brain when you hear a word that
strikes you funny. Words are mysterious because we will never know what every
single one of them means. We can only imagine how many words are out there. The
amount of species of animals and plants has pretty much flat-lined in the most
recent decade, while words keep getting created every minute. Dictionaries and
thesauruses are expanding weekly and our brains capacity for words is growing
by the hour. It’s mesmerizing. Words can do so much, yet people use them so
little.
People use
acronyms, which are no fun at all. LOL and BRB need to grow long, lengthy legs,
and run far, far away where no one can even think of them ever again. I demand
that WTF and OMG get scooped up by some atrocious creature and get carried to a
land even farther than the edges of the earth and get dumped off a cliff where
people won’t even know that they existed once upon a time. These acronyms kill
the essence of my beloved words. These phrases of letters exterminate the need
of words and sentences in their entirety. It’s disheartening. Words are meant
to express how we feel in wonderful and awful moments alike. How can we tell
people how we feel when we cut half the letters out of our words? Or how can we
effectively relay to the ones we care about how much we love them if we simply
emote with purple and green hearts on our iPhones. Words are so important, and
like animals and plants, they are becoming extinct.
Remember in third
grade when the teacher would have a new word of the day when you walked in the
door? She would flip the laminated paper pad over one more page and reveal a
brand new word that you were completely and utterly clueless as to what the
heck it meant. Then, once she described it, you got some kind of reward for
using it or finding it in your reading. This word-of-the-day shin-dig should
happen every single day in every single class in every single school. Even in
the colligate level. We need to stop describing things as “good”, and start
describing things as marvelous, fantastical, whimsical, and infatuating. Simply
saying I feel “sad” is annoying and flat, we have the capacity to feel
underestimated, heavyhearted, dejected, and down in the dumps.
It’s completely
okay to use words and phrases that raise people’s eyebrows and make them think
about what you really just said. Someone might take you as the smartest person they
have ever met because of your extensive vocabulary. Words are beautifully
impressive. They hold the power to make you sound incredibly well versed, even
if you googled “words to make me sound smart” right before an important
interview. Hey, no one’s judging you. No one will ever know about your Google
searches you conduct while grabbing your Starbucks coffee from the drive
through window. At least you are making an effort to expand your vocabulary.
And chances are, you’ll remember those new words for a long time after you use
them just once, and you’ll end up impressing people with them for years to
come.
My best friend is a
thesaurus these days. It never lets me down. It boggles my mind every time I
open it before I go to bed at night. I like to learn new words every night
while I sip some tea and write songs and short essays and poems and such. The
lamp in the corner of my room flickers and makes strange clicking noises, and I
try to take my mind off how creepy it really sounds and looks by burying my
face in my gigantic thesaurus. I close my eyes and open to a new page and read
the simple words, then delve into the words that trail behind the bold ones.
Some are impossible to pronounce, and those are the ones that I like. The
bigger the word, the happier the Maddie. My biggest pet peeve is not being able
to express precisely how I feel because of a lack of terminology. I get
frustrated and mumble inaudible noises and grunts, because I can’t find
suitable words in any of the wrinkles in my brain. I self prescribed my problem
by gifting my self with my elephantine thesaurus. Well, my mom actually gave it
to me, but I started to really indeed use it. So, my mom gave it to me and it
was MY choice to start looking at the thing.
I started this
entire thing by saying that I can’t write a rap, and now I intend to tell you
why I believe that to be so. When attempting to write a song where syllables
and timing are even more crucial than normal, I would screw up the phonetic
entity miserably because I would use words with entirely too many letters and
vocal percussions. I would try to add to many syllables within every verse and the
rhythmic feel would be thrown to the way-side. The only thing I might be able
to succeed at would be the rhyming aspect of things. I love rhyming words to each
other; it’s almost like finding their soul mates. I’m a word match-maker so to
speak. Its like “here you go wonky donkey, I’m going to set you up with honky
tonkey. you’ll sound perfect together”. Sure that was one of the lousiest
rhymes of all time but you get the point.
So now you all know
of my undying love for words and how fascinated I am by them. They shape the
way I look at the world and how I interact with the people around me. Coming
off well versed, is much better than coming off sort of dumb and kind of
possibly incoherent. Being at a loss for words is the scariest thing I can think
of having to come in contact with. I’d rather be at a loss for anything else,
than to lack the ability to communicate properly. What would the world come to
if everyone was like, “OMG Laura I can’t even right now. IRL you are seriously
being V annoying and I just can’t handle you right now”. Even writing that made
my skin crawl.
Let’s all make it a
goal to come across as more sophisticated and intelligent. It’s simple really;
take the time to articulate your words instead of blurting out what comes
quickest to the forefront of your cranium. Random blurtation is absolutely unacceptable.
(just like the word blurtation should be unacceptable. I don’t think it’s a
real word. But I like it)
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You all are awesome
and thank you an endless amount for your support and love. I wouldn’t be where
I am today without you!
-Madeline
