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.
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.
STRIKE
TWO:
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.
STRIKE
THREE:
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.