So it’s been almost six months since the last time I posted anything on this blog. I just haven’t had anything to talk about. Continue reading
I’m reading Deathly Hallows right now, and even though I’m team “Nineteen Years Later is not canon,” I do appreciate how well JKR wrapped up the series. It has me thinking about stories that didn’t get a happily ever after wrap-up.
I take sarcasm seriously a lot. I’m always the one who turns around and makes a face like, “You did what?”
I learned a long time ago that I’d much rather be laughed at for not getting a joke than be the one who hurt someone’s feelings by laughing when they weren’t joking.
I’ve been seeing a lot of posts recently, mostly written by high schoolers, who are talking about how, when they are honest about struggling with depression or anxiety or whatever else, they are met with the idea of, “Suck it up. Pull yourself together. Deal with it.” Which is all well and good for normal people, but for people with depression, or people with anxiety, that’s not actually helpful.
I’d rather be the one who worried a little too much and showed up to help when it wasn’t an emergency than the one who ignored a genuine cry for help.
I really want to start writing again. I miss blogging. But seeing as I haven’t written anything in six months and I’ve started a new full-time job, even when I have time to write, I don’t have the energy. I’m trying really hard to start writing again. Please be patient with me.
So it’s been a while. I blame summer. Once it gets hot, I don’t want to do anything. I spend summer hiding in the air conditioning.
I’m a grammar nazi at heart. I’ve been reading almost since I was born, and I had really good English teachers all through school. In my sophomore (or junior?) year of college, I took a class called Advanced Grammar & Composition. Here, I learned about two schools of thought on grammar: the prescriptivists and the descriptivists.