Eloquence
I like to consider myself an eloquent person. I tend to use a lot of big words, and my sentence structure is usually quite good. The thing is, I think a lot of people believe that I'm overly proper with my grammar on purpose.
I'm not.
I write and speak the way I do because I don't know anything else. For the last God knows how many years, my best friends have been books. Our manner of speaking is a result of our surroundings, what we hear on a daily basis. I don't hear a lot of people talk; I read it. I've spent a lot of time playing online games with adults, most of whom are relatively well educated and tend to not take a person seriously if they can't speak and act like an adult. Thus, using proper english is a necessity when I interact with people literally twice my age on a regular basis.
I think my maturity really comes back to bite me in the ass when I'm around my peers, however. I get the impression that I make a lot of them uncomfortable with my large vocabulary and wide range of knowledge and infinite number of anecdotes and random facts. Nobody wants to be friends with a seventeen-year-old adult.
Even my writing in this journal probably comes across as me writing a book or something. In point of fact, this is actually how my internal dialogue works, although this is probably a little more structured by necessity. The rambling nature of these posts and the rapid changes in topic and train of thought are a result of my stream-of-consciousness manner of writing. I rarely have to pause and think about what I'm gonna say next, because I always have more to say than I can ever type.
An unfortunate result of a mind that has waaaaaaaaay too much time to dwell on things, I guess.
I'm not.
I write and speak the way I do because I don't know anything else. For the last God knows how many years, my best friends have been books. Our manner of speaking is a result of our surroundings, what we hear on a daily basis. I don't hear a lot of people talk; I read it. I've spent a lot of time playing online games with adults, most of whom are relatively well educated and tend to not take a person seriously if they can't speak and act like an adult. Thus, using proper english is a necessity when I interact with people literally twice my age on a regular basis.
I think my maturity really comes back to bite me in the ass when I'm around my peers, however. I get the impression that I make a lot of them uncomfortable with my large vocabulary and wide range of knowledge and infinite number of anecdotes and random facts. Nobody wants to be friends with a seventeen-year-old adult.
Even my writing in this journal probably comes across as me writing a book or something. In point of fact, this is actually how my internal dialogue works, although this is probably a little more structured by necessity. The rambling nature of these posts and the rapid changes in topic and train of thought are a result of my stream-of-consciousness manner of writing. I rarely have to pause and think about what I'm gonna say next, because I always have more to say than I can ever type.
An unfortunate result of a mind that has waaaaaaaaay too much time to dwell on things, I guess.