Saturday, September 13, 2014

Why I Love to Write

So this was actually an assignment for my Comms 211 class, but I really enjoyed writing it. I always knew that I liked to write, but I never took the time to think about why. I mean, you don't really think about why you like something. You just know. But it was cool to really put some though into this.

Here's my paper, titled "Why I Like to Write":


There are a lot of reasons I love to write. It’s fun, first of all. It lets me say what I want to say, it gives me a place to vent my emotions, and it helps me ponder more about my life.
            But the biggest reason I love to write, and the reason I think I started writing in the first place, is that it gives me a voice where vocally I am not as adequate. I’ve never been one of those outgoing people who says hi to everyone they pass and actually introduces themselves to the person sitting next to them (the thought terrifies me). It’s not that I don’t like meeting people, because I really do. It just takes me a very long time to feel comfortable around someone or a group, and until I reach that point, I am the discreet, stereotypical wallflower every young adult novel portrays. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the phrase “Anne, you’re so quiet!” or my personal favorite, “What’s wrong?” (Nothing. Nothing is wrong. If something was wrong, I’d be crying. Or at least frowning. I’m just sitting here, pleasantly enjoying your conversation that includes nothing relevant to myself. I guess I just need to smile and nod more often to keep you off my back.) Not that I’m bitter or anything.
            Truthfully, I would love to be that person who jumps into conversations and feels completely at ease cracking jokes in front of strangers. (What’s that? “Just make yourself more outgoing! It can’t be that hard.” Oh, I have, and let’s just say that “awkward” takes on a whole new meaning when that happens.) It’s just not me. Thankfully, I’ve finally learned to accept that it’s who I am, and I’ve stopped comparing myself to the social butterflies of the world, thinking that I would be so much better if I could only be like them.
            Once I realized this, I started to write. If I can’t be clever and witty in person, I’ll do it on paper. If I don’t want all the attention that comes with an emotional problem, I’ll write it down and keep it to myself. If I have an idea and I don’t know who to tell, I’ll relay it to my journal and keep it there until I find someone who will appreciate it. (Now don’t get me wrong—I have a lot of friends. They don’t believe me when I tell them I’m an introvert, but it’s true. It’s new people I’m worried about, not those I’ve grown up around. So college has definitely been a struggle for me in this aspect.) There are a lot of things I want to say, I just don’t always have the courage to say them out loud. So writing does that for me.
            Another reason I love to write, which sort of falls into the category of giving me a voice, is that I love poetry. Slam poetry, to be specific. It’s interesting, because half of slam poetry is the presentation, which is normally my downfall. I suppose writing the poem gives me the confidence I need to perform it. (I’m realizing this as I’m writing this paper, so I’m having a bit of an epiphany right now.) Anyways, I fell in love with slam poetry during high school, and it has really been a creative outlet for me since then. I am very passionate about helping others (my career goal is to be a journalist who writes stories that will benefit others and hopefully change the world, so these two things really went hand in hand), and slam poetry gave me permission to write all my ideas down and express them fervently to my audience. Being able to write in such a unique way was so freeing and beautiful to me. It showed me that a writer can be so many different things, and they’re not stuck in a box like I had thought before. (I understand that journalists have certain rules they need to follow, and I will abide by those when I become one, I promise.) I guess I realized I don’t have to be like everyone else, and my ideas are worth sharing. It’s a really wonderful thing to finally understand.
            So why do I love to write? I love to write, because it lets me rediscover myself every single day. It lets me speak out with a pen what I can’t seem to say out loud. And it lets me be who I want to be in life, without worrying so much about judgment and opinion. Writing is who I am.