Tuesday, December 6, 2011

words. [personal]

i've never been a science person.  memorization just isn't my thing. that test in AP chemistry where we had to memorize polyatomic ions? you don't even want to know how many times i took that before i passed.  it was embarrassing. for serious.

and math? well... i just couldn't see the point.  i know it's useful for some folks, but really? i do NOT need to know how to set up proofs to function on a day to day basis.

(tehehe... function...)

now, history and i got along fairly well, but again, memorization... it seriously hindered our relationship.

so i graduated with an english degree.
collective response: hold up say whaaaaa?!!

this'll probably come as a shock to some of you - i mean, as long as we're being completely honest, i'm a terrible speller, tend to use entirely too many adjectives, have a general lack of enthusiasm when it comes to punctuating things correctly and only capitalize when absolutely necessary...

but i really like words.

and writing.

more specifically: handwritten words.

when i was in elementary school i wrote letters to my best friend, even though i sat next to her in all of our classes and saw her five days a week.  at GA camp, i wrote to nana and pop-pop every day - even if it was just to tell them that my swimsuit bottoms had fallen off when i dove off of the side of the pool.  i gave my christmas list to santa in paragraph form. when my long-term high-school sweetheart broke up with me, to get over it i wrote.  in college, when i needed a distraction or i didn't know how to handle something, i picked up a pen.

point being [pun totally intended]: i've always been a writer.

i recently received a PACKAGE of letters (yes, a package - there were a total of 8 i think) and it was one of the best surprises ever :)  there is something about the written word - it's personal and touching.  so inextricably you. so undeniably yours.  there is no getting away from it.  and every mark has a story that goes with it.

and that is why i write.

notes to myself, letters to others, thank you cards, on my hand, in my journal, on mixed cd's and scraps of paper... anywhere really.  the margins of my books are littered with questions, comments, doodles, punctuation marks.  if there are post-it notes within arms reach, you better believe that the top one has something, anything, written on it. 


in a lot of ways photography resonates with me just as deeply as writing.  through both i create.  through both i tell stories.  but through photography, i express what, occasionally, words cannot.

caits

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