Obviously, I love words and consider myself somewhat acquainted with them. But the extent to which I love them may, in fact, surprise you. Although, yes, my relationship with words has proved tumultuous at times, I could never willingly give them up. Each of them has their own existence, their own unique story. And I find it so fascinating how we build stories with them, constructing entire worlds and characters out of other characters, ones that subsist in a linguistic world. Below, I will describe this more in depth to show exactly what I mean.<\/p>\n
A Few Words And Their Personalities\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n (according to my brain)<\/em><\/p>\n Punctual:\u00a0<\/strong>is a grey suit with a blaring, purple tie. It spins in a black leather rolly chair, kicking at wooden floorboards with scuffed dress shoes. I imagine it spinning in circles with a serious expression holding its face captive, arms holding a stack of papers to its chest. Perhaps the papers contain scrawls in purple ink. Perhaps doodles decorate the empty spaces.<\/p>\n Frayed:\u00a0<\/strong>is wrapped up in a threadbare blanket. It has wispy blond hair and an absent smile. It spends most of its time hiding away and staring at the ceiling of disheveled room, staring at dust the slatted light has captured. I think it has lost its hope in humanity, giving up although it lives in a yellow world. But the yellow has faded, bleached by the continuous rising of the blinding sun. It wants to be left alone to ponder its existence. I think it likes to eat vanilla pudding, though.<\/p>\n Saturated:\u00a0<\/strong>is sitting in the rain, dark hair plastered to pale skin. Its hands grasp the sopping ruins of a paper, which I like to think contains a brief poem. The words have long since showered the pavement, however, draining from the paper and seeping into the concrete. But, anyway, I quite like this character. I like its soggy jacket and its squelching shoes. I like how it never waits for the rain to leave; it just sits there.<\/p>\n Extravagant:\u00a0<\/strong>is all glitter and gold and generous excitement. It wears tassel earrings and flickers about, drawing attention while tasting decadent chocolate refreshments and sipping rich coffee. It lives in an age of jazz, in an age of lively ballrooms and staggering trumpet notes. And I like to think that a smile always accompanies its face. I like to think that it mentally coats everything in gold, even tattered shoes, and that it dances the dark clouds away.<\/p>\n I hope you somewhat enjoyed my characterization of these words and now have a better understanding of my writing, although I do not share any of my truly genuine pieces on here. Do you consider words to have personalities as well? Do you see them depicted with a correlating color, shape, size, etc.? Personally, I see every word as an individual. Anxiety<\/em><\/span> is red and jagged. Yellow<\/em><\/span>\u00a0<\/span>is shaped like a flower petal. Bird<\/em><\/span> is round and blue. How do you see words?<\/p>\n Wednesday’s Fun Fact:<\/p>\n Drinking hot tea can reduce one’s psychological dependency on coffee. I dedicate this fact to the people fighting caffeine cravings at eleven p.m. (:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Obviously, I love words and consider myself somewhat acquainted with them. But the extent to which I love them may, in fact, surprise you. Although, yes, my relationship with words has proved tumultuous at times, I could never willingly give them up. Each of them has their own existence, their own unique story. And I … Continue reading “Words Have Personality”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6996"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6996"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6996\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7079,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6996\/revisions\/7079"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6996"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6996"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6996"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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