It’s essay time again in my English class, and this time it’s poetry. That means I’ve gotta scour the web, think critically about the many meanings of words like “windily”, and arrive at themes and tone. A daunting task. Oh, and I also have to procrastinate. (Enter me writing a blog post.) It’s a good feeling to turn a cryptic line into some deep triple-meaning mantra for life. But it’s one thing to be able to fill some pages with jot notes about all the areas of the poem, but quite another to write it all in a linear form that sounds eloquent. I dislike the latter. However, if I can get the latter done, it does make me sound less like a frantic and unorganized lunatic (which is basically the effect that my jot notes have for me).
If I wanna get down to writing that essay, I have to face the dreaded Blank Document. It’s the worst thing, trying to start a new paragraph, or a new page. That little page number reminds you just how far you have left to go. This time as my word processor added page two for me, and it was (as always) looming blank, I thought about it differently for a second. Usually my stance is not to give inanimate things human qualities. It’s not realistic and in some cases it annoys me when other people do it. But in my essay insanity, I was like “wait, how does this blank page feel?” It’s about to get written on. I wonder if it feels pride in holding scholarly words? If so, what about all the blank documents that get jot notes on them, are they disappointed that they don’t get the good job while their coworkers get to present essay-worthy words? Or maybe things aren’t so great in the world of blank documents. Do they feel violated after getting words stamped into them? I mean sure, you can erase what you’ve typed. But What about when a document is saved? They have to sit there filled with words they couldn’t get rid of. And what about being turned into PDFs? You can’t edit PDFs. Maybe that’s like document version of getting frozen in carbonite. Like, death. Or maybe documents breathe a sigh of relief, because it must be stressful waiting in a document folder for the next time they’ll get looked at and changed. Maybe they like having their privacy. Who am I to come along and brand them with the words in my head? Don’t they have some say in it?
….NO crazy Ana, they DON’T, they are inanimate computer files that are stored in bytes, not in physical space. They do not have rights. Also, I don’t think this is the kind of thing that will merit me not being finished my essay. So go write. *slap slap*