I just woke up from a nightmare which obliquely inspired me to write this piece. Since I seldom get inspired to write, I decided to do this at once, with eye crud and drool still plastered on my face. So let’s begin.
I wish I sound more intelligent when I write. When I read the words of some of my friends like Jay, Liberty, and Maro I can’t help but feel envious because they sound so smart, it’s almost like reading something academic. When you read my words you know you’re reading a blog and not a pundit. The difference is like reading a book for grade schoolers versus reading a masteral thesis. There’s nothing wrong with any of them but they are written for a different target audience and intelligence. Kumbaga sobrang level up yung isa and I want to achieve that but sadly that’s not me.
I do read a lot, mostly fiction though. Intelligence by osmosis doesn’t work. Or maybe my long-term memory is very rusty that’s why I have this limited vocabulary. My friends say I’m smart but I want to be a genius. An effortless genius to be exact because I’m too lazy to drink any make-me-a-genius vitamin and protein shake. Still, I want to be more than what I am when writing. I hate pretentious people but if I start writing like my verbose friends I could forgive myself.
If you’re curious about my nightmare, it has absolutely nothing to do with writing. I don’t remember much anymore but I think it involves filmmaking which is another failure for me in real life. But that’s another story.