The realm of blogging was originally flourishing with colloquial writers such as myself. I write the way I talk. Unfortunately, like any field, it soon evolved into a place of success or failure. Too many people drifted down the ladder to posting political statements and rants, while others rose to the top with inspired poetry and deep feelings. Again, and then there's me. I just post YouTube videos and pictures of my rats.
Some days I consider this a handicap. I'm not a good writer, and in college, being a good writer is pretty necessary. Most folks write a hundred term papers before they graduate. I can count the number of papers over five pages I've written in the past three years of college on one hand. None of them were in classes actually related to my major. Go figure. My writing skills haven't been delicately honed like those of my fellow scholars, which puts me at a distinct disadvantage.
Most days, I don't consider it a handicap. Do you know why?
I can make people feel without words.
I don't have to write it all out in beautiful language that would make Jane Austen jealous. With only a few pictures, a clip of video, maybe a sound effect, I could conceivably reduce people to tears. 2 minutes of silent footage, and people are frozen in their seats, waiting for some brave soul to decide whether or not they're supposed to clap. Give me two hours and I can draw emotion from anywhere. I'm like a human jukebox that takes french fries instead of quarters.
I don't feel bad about not being the best blogger. I feel pretty good about it, actually. Now to close out with some Vivaldi.
