I never was a big talker. Being with the right people and the incentives by my side, I do well, but I also recognize my limitations. I work with logic and numbers, cannot even say language is a strong skill, even though I like to risk a couple of unusual words here and there (at least in Portgueuse). Speaking of unusual words, to those who like curiosities I recommend this video from Vsauce’s YouTube channel, that goes on about the Zipf law and the fact that the frequency with which words are used in a given language can be described by an exponential law.
For a moment I forgot the real reason that led me to write this reflection. A blank sheet. Its intrinsic existential reason is the doodle, the word, the drawing, it is the exteriorization of logic or its abscence. It is the need to not be a blank sheet anymore. And this reminds me, very poetically, of life. Leaving aside all this medical-philosofical stuff about things innate, I like to think that we are the sum of all our experiences - and that we carry bits of them.
And here I go again dodging the point again. I’ll try to be straight. I feel like I’m much better communicating by writing than by talk, be it sending or receiving information. Written language is there to be read and reread, while words out of one’s mouth are interpreted and distorted; many poorly formed, never revised thoughts; sources of misunderstanding. There are the poets of spoken language, yes, those who master the didactics of verbal explanation, but I am far from that. I really like to see words come to life in front of me, though there are times when I don’t even bother to revise them, depending on the situation - like a romantic letter I have recently written and whose content had to be raw, sincere to the deepest. Of course this didn’t prevent me from thinking twice before bringing the words to life, but it gave the letter a tone that is as authentic as well-formed.
I am sorry for those who never had the chance to exchange messages with me. Maybe the way you read me doesn’t match what is under the hood. And be happy those of you who exchange messages with me frequently, know that even in the colloquial dialogue I strive for quality, if not linguistic, to articulate my ideas. I conclude these lines happy for having satiated my needs - and also those of the blank sheet.