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Rachel Anderson, 11 Sep '12

“Needless to say…”


Bear with me for a while… this is more of a ‘train of thought’ rant than a well thought out presentation…

When someone says “needless to say…” then goes ahead and says what they were saying anyway, I begin to wonder if I’m the only one in this universe who wonders about the origins of such phrases. I wonder if I’m only of only a few, and if I am, and there are others like me who exist on the face of this planet, why it is that we are so very scattered. I haven’t met many people who share my love of language. To be fair, I haven’t gone out of my way to find those people, and not everyone who claims to love language truly understands what it means to be truly, deeply, completely in love with it, with its idioms, its idiosyncrasies, its flaws, its shortcomings, its traps... – of course, if I were only referring to English I would have said so.

I know I certainly haven’t studied any language deeply enough, or for long enough, to understand it well enough to say I love it, I’m not trying to be some kind of elitist, it’s just a little frustrating to be disappointed after giving into ungrounded hope. But, even so, there’s something about language (in this case, I mean English, mainly because it’s my native language) that fascinates me.

I’ve made a hobby of picking sentences apart – I have some strong dissociative tendencies so when I zone out it’s not so unexpected – and trying to find the logic behind many phrases that have become cliché. I think, if I had the ability to simply write, and write, and write, without having to worry about making sense, I could write down all my thoughts – not for money, just in the hopes of maybe finding someone who thinks like me, appreciates the things I do…

I guess this expression of the one thing I possess that can be likened to a passion is another of my feeble attempts to find a place in this world where I belong.

Because sometimes it seems like the only thing keeping me here is the fact that I’m not dead yet…

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  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    This was a very honest... I wouldn't call it a story, it was more an essay. An entertaining and unique essay, at that. I like how you talk about phrases, opening the burst with a phrase I've always found strange "bear with me". Anyway, I liked reading this as a bit of a change to the other things posted on here. Not sure if you were writing this from your point of view or from an unnamed character's, but it ended on quite a sad note so I hope it's fictional :)

    • Posted 8 years ago
  • Rachel Anderson said...

    @Jessica Cambrook Thanks for taking the time to read it :)
    It was an extremely personal write but I didn't want to taint it by explaining that right off the bat.
    I think ... it was a pretty manic-esque rant, towards the end, I was coming off the "high". I'm fine though.

    • Posted 8 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    I had an inkling it seemed too personal to be fiction. I think writing is kind of therapeutic, and there's no where better than this site for people with an interest in writing or English. I bet more people than you think have read this nodding along and agreeing!
    I definitely wouldn't call this speech/rant/work a "feeble attempt" at anything, you're a good writer!

    • Posted 8 years ago
  • Rachel Anderson said...

    @Jessica Cambrook You're being far too nice lol, you flatter me.
    I hope you're right, I don't doubt that there will be people who understand exactly what I mean ... I just hope I get to start meeting and associating with them!

    PS.
    "I'm only of only a few" was supposed to be "I'm only one of a few" ... but I guess it worked out anyway. ^.^

    • Posted 8 years ago
  • Jessica Cambrook said...

    I don't know how old you are or where you live but it might be worthwhile checking out local colleges for part-time courses you can do and see if they do English language, creative writing or something like that. I just did a creative writing 10 week course and it was great to meet like-minded people who all share a passion and are there to enjoy and expand it.
    Also, in reply to your last line, "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end."

    • Posted 8 years ago
  • Rachel Anderson said...

    Funny you would mention that - it's actually my major o_o (Creative Writing, not English), and I'm taking a screenwriting course this semester. It's my first official Creative Writing class and I wasn't feeling up to it at all .... so the nerves pretty much bled into this. Sparked a poem too but I couldn't post them both at the same time.

    • Posted 8 years ago