Ranting is good :\ At least I love it. So I crack my knuckles and let the
first beautiful rays of a spectacular rant that I have been wanting to rant
about dawn upon this gorgeous barren of a blog, while sprouting unnecessary
descriptive details leading to this extremely long, grammatically questionable
intro.
STRIKEONE:
From the very intro of this post, it can be well established that unnecessary descriptiveness TOTALLY kills the mood, while not using descriptions makes everything so...blah. On the other hand, necessary descriptions at the right moments can take the readers to a visual paradise. Knowing the balance is the real challenge.
STRIKE
From the very intro of this post, it can be well established that unnecessary descriptiveness TOTALLY kills the mood, while not using descriptions makes everything so...blah. On the other hand, necessary descriptions at the right moments can take the readers to a visual paradise. Knowing the balance is the real challenge.
Since I am a pretty
bad writer myself, allow me to demonstrate:
"He caressed the exposed angular part of elbow, while gazing deeply into her haunting black pupils that dilated due to the shadow his perfectly apricot-shaped head cast on her face through the shimmering golden rays of the gothic, black Victorian lamppost that stood elegantly behind them."
Vs
"They made out."
I wish I could demonstrate, what according to me is, a good descriptive text but alas I lack severely in that department so I shall borrow something:
"When I return to that house it will be with my son in my arms. I shall have a red coat on him and red-flowered trousers and on his head a hat with a small gilded Buddha sewn on the front and on his feet tiger-faced shoes. And I will go into the kitchen where I spent my days and I will go into the great hall where the Old One sits with her opium, and I will show myself and my son to all of them." ~ The Good Earth, Pearl S. Buck.
I highly recommend the book to anyone who has not read it. If you wish to know more about this book, go here . Reading the summary may ruin the book for you so I'd not recommend that.
The level of descriptiveness a person likes is also subjective, like everything else on the face of this planet. Trying to steer clear of generalisations is hardddd.
STRIKETWO:
You get home. You are exhausted. It was a 100 degrees outside and you are on the brink of evaporation. You need water, and fast. After running a quick glace around the room your brain spots a bottle of the elixir you crave for (aka 'water'). You go for it. Those few steps that separate you from the bottle seem like miles but you are a soldier on a mission and your mission is to get to the damn bottle!
You take the final step, snatch the bottle as if it were the One ring, Gollum style. You have your preciousss and now you must devour it. Twist the bottle cap with all the strength that's left in you, ignoring every other sense than the burning pit that plagues your mind and throat, and take that sip. The sip of redemption, the sip of life, the sip of sanity...
...the sip of....SPRITE. Where’s my water??? No not the Disney game!
I smite thee Sprite. You ain't no water, you fizzy lil fancy fake!
Clear fizzy drinks are evil.But I do love them on other occasions.
STRIKETHREE:
We love looking good. Being perceived as an attractive person is important to people. It's in the genes, can't escape that without putting up a fight. But I find looking attractive ALL THE TIME a little tiring.
People talk about inner beauty being important mostly as a condolence. Do you fucking know how difficult it is to be a good person?! I mean, there is no clear definition of the word 'good' or 'person'! And of course, looking great outside is a good deal of work as well.
Sometimes we have the resources to be beautiful inside-out. Sometimes, just one of the two. Sometimes neither. Life can get really really tough and we should be allowed to look like crap 'cause hey, we feel like crap and may be we cannot shave or put on make-up or do either :\ Heck, sometimes I don't feel like crawling out of my bed to perform basic sanitisation rituals.
Just surrounding oneself with people who let you be hideous\beautiful without having to apologise for it is a quest in itself! Just ensure that you are taking care of yourself while you tide through your storms :)
Well, three strikes and you're out!
More strikes to follow since iRant A LOT.
"He caressed the exposed angular part of elbow, while gazing deeply into her haunting black pupils that dilated due to the shadow his perfectly apricot-shaped head cast on her face through the shimmering golden rays of the gothic, black Victorian lamppost that stood elegantly behind them."
Vs
"They made out."
I wish I could demonstrate, what according to me is, a good descriptive text but alas I lack severely in that department so I shall borrow something:
"When I return to that house it will be with my son in my arms. I shall have a red coat on him and red-flowered trousers and on his head a hat with a small gilded Buddha sewn on the front and on his feet tiger-faced shoes. And I will go into the kitchen where I spent my days and I will go into the great hall where the Old One sits with her opium, and I will show myself and my son to all of them." ~ The Good Earth, Pearl S. Buck.
I highly recommend the book to anyone who has not read it. If you wish to know more about this book, go here . Reading the summary may ruin the book for you so I'd not recommend that.
The level of descriptiveness a person likes is also subjective, like everything else on the face of this planet. Trying to steer clear of generalisations is hardddd.
STRIKE
You get home. You are exhausted. It was a 100 degrees outside and you are on the brink of evaporation. You need water, and fast. After running a quick glace around the room your brain spots a bottle of the elixir you crave for (aka 'water'). You go for it. Those few steps that separate you from the bottle seem like miles but you are a soldier on a mission and your mission is to get to the damn bottle!
You take the final step, snatch the bottle as if it were the One ring, Gollum style. You have your preciousss and now you must devour it. Twist the bottle cap with all the strength that's left in you, ignoring every other sense than the burning pit that plagues your mind and throat, and take that sip. The sip of redemption, the sip of life, the sip of sanity...
...the sip of....SPRITE. Where’s my water??? No not the Disney game!
I smite thee Sprite. You ain't no water, you fizzy lil fancy fake!
Clear fizzy drinks are evil.
STRIKE
We love looking good. Being perceived as an attractive person is important to people. It's in the genes, can't escape that without putting up a fight. But I find looking attractive ALL THE TIME a little tiring.
People talk about inner beauty being important mostly as a condolence. Do you fucking know how difficult it is to be a good person?! I mean, there is no clear definition of the word 'good' or 'person'! And of course, looking great outside is a good deal of work as well.
Sometimes we have the resources to be beautiful inside-out. Sometimes, just one of the two. Sometimes neither. Life can get really really tough and we should be allowed to look like crap 'cause hey, we feel like crap and may be we cannot shave or put on make-up or do either :\ Heck, sometimes I don't feel like crawling out of my bed to perform basic sanitisation rituals.
Just surrounding oneself with people who let you be hideous\beautiful without having to apologise for it is a quest in itself! Just ensure that you are taking care of yourself while you tide through your storms :)
Well, three strikes and you're out!
More strikes to follow since iRant A LOT.
