My teacher says I’m too vague. For whatever reason, I suck at getting my point across when I’m writing an essay. Apparently, my articles work the same way. Do I just not make sense? Or am I really bad at explaining myself?
I was reading up on college essay advice yesterday, and there was a comment about tone. They said to make sure you maintain the same tone throughout the essay, and to make sure it doesn’t put you in a bad light. This is something I struggle with- see, a lot of times, it’s natural for me to say something in one tone, but mean it in a completely different way. It might be that I’m just being sarcastic, or maybe that I’m a little too good at becoming a character.
See, if I want to write a depressing poem, I become depressed for a few minutes. However, I am not sitting there thinking about killing myself. I’m thinking about words that rhyme with blood. Seriously- that’s it. I might write about how obsessed I am with my imaginary friends- relax, I know they aren’t real, and they really are not harmful at all. Where do you think I get my stories from? I’m not crazy- I’m a writer. Duh. And Amos- I promise, my real-life relationships are way more destructive- relying on an imaginary friend to get me through something is perfectly okay once in a while. People are guaranteed to disappoint me, whereas my characters will always do what I want them to.
Other times, I get into my “cynic mode”. This one probably really does put me in a bad light. There are so many things that I hate about the world, and it makes me feel better to complain about them and explain to people how ridiculous it all is. Personally, I don’t see a problem with it. I mean, isn’t that what the world’s best known classic writers did? I guess they must have articulated something better than I do.
Truthfully, I am a cynic. There a lot of things that I like to bash, and I really could care less about helping a community that won’t help itself. However- this is often misconceived as me being hateful or judgemental of people. Easy mistake when you only see what I have to say on the Internet. This is where I rant, ramble, and try to point things out to a world that won’t listen to me in person, (not that they listen to me here anyway).
Sadly, that’s all you get to see. It’s rare that I decide to write a poem or a rant about how happy I am- why ruin my happiness with a pointless article that’s bound to get a rude comment? When I find good in the world, I document it. My favorite songs are my favorite songs for a reason, and I’ve even posted a few of those online with explanations. The thing is, a lot of good things can’t be written down. That’s why I write stories- I try to convey the deeper message of something great by showing how the characters get past a trial and learn to love life. It’s just that in life, the little things are what matter way more than the big things. I probably couldn’t write two hundred words on half the little things that make me so happy, (though now that I think of it, maybe I should try). Yet, I can ramble for pages about the big things I hate.
I just wanted you to know that just because I say one thing, I really might mean something else. Don’t read too much into what I say- or maybe read into it a little more. I’m a little more than what meets the eye.