Words are one of my favorite things.
Seriously.
As a graphic designer, part of my job is to work with text. I love playing with different fonts and using the tools available to me to adjust the spacing between letters, between words.
Through this you can make words into art.
As an avid reader (read: addicted to my Kindle), words can make or break a story. Give William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway the same view and you will end up with two totally different accounts. Words make a difference.
Have you ever met someone who is just gifted with words?
Not exactly someone who is like an English teacher, but someone who always knows exactly what to say?
Who, me? No, no, no. I am NOT one of those people.
I trip and stumble over words like.. like I do over my feet.
I usually know what I want to say, but it comes out in jumbles. My brain has the words down pat. Organized and orderly. Somewhere between there and my mouth, my thoughts get jumbled. I try and say one thought while thinking of another. Doesn't always work well.
I had to take speech classes when I was a kid. I talked too fast. Still do. I think most people get the point that I am trying to get around to.
This is why in school, I would take an essay over a speech any day.
My brother on the other hand? Complete opposite.
He is very eloquent. He says what he means the first time. His voice does not quiver. He does not stutter.
He just can talk. He gets his point across quickly and painlessly. I think being in the military really helps with that. The military has really helped shape my brother into a man, which is scary to me, but that's a whole other story.
My dad is the same way.
Come to think of it, my mom has the same ability.
What makes me so weird?
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