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The Fruit of My Boredom

The Only Twenty-Minute Essay I'll Ever Happily Write In My Life a.k.a.  The Fruit of My Boredom

By TieDyedTshirt

 

Advanced skills in literature and writing lead to a clearer form of thinking, a logical sense of direction. A large vocabulary is great to use in writing and notable to know, but has no value in the everyday world (aside from the dreaded college tests which I care not to think about at the moment) other than impressing those who do not know the meanings. But once again, it must be known that advanced skills in literature and writing lead to a clearer form of thinking, a logical sense of direction. Essays in particular teach how to organize thoughts and express them in communicative ways. There are many forms of essays, and many formats that one can use to organize them. Believe me, I know. Covering this format and that format of this and that, it has backed up what I have already realized and begun to deal with. I can now, according to the thesis-sentence-last format, state that I dislike essays.

Now forgive me if I had eluded a blueprint sentence among the gibberish of my introduction paragraph. At this moment, I cannot give a blueprint sentence. Perhaps this makes my current essay morph into a free-write. But for now, I will humor myself and label this an essay on my dislike of essays. If I so choose, I shall include a blueprint sentence to satisfy those who depend on one. And IF I so choose, it will be at the end of my essay. Very untraditional, I know. But IF I so choose, it shall be there. To me, at the moment, that is all that matters. If you are still reading this, then it should not matter much to you either. Otherwise, you would have put this down in disgust at the mockery of the English language. Forgive me once again (although I have no reason to beg forgiveness because, one, it has no importance or effect on any events of now or the future, and, two, those who I need to apologize to have already left. Well, a hardy good-bye to you as well).

For those still following along, I must apologize to you once again. For even I had noticed that my first body paragraph has no organization and no relevance to my thesis. But who really creates these formats? The general public? Great minds among the world of literature? If I were able to create a following behind formats of my own, then may my formats become one of the thirty-something paragraph formats already existent? I shall call my format the "random-no-sense-not-at-all-complicated" paragraph. Any paragraph that does not follow one of the thirty-something paragraph formats shall be a "random-no-sense-not-at-all-complicated" paragraph.

As for not following my thesis, I shall now direct my mockery to it. I dislike essays. I shall now write a paragraph on disliking. Dislike is when something gives an unpleasant feeling the majority of the time, mostly for justifiable reasons. I shall now provide proof on my definition of disliking. "Dislike: To regard with distaste or aversion; An attitude or a feeling of distaste or aversion" (Dictionary.com/dislike). I shall now provide the afore mentioned justified reasons for my "dislike" of essays. They take up much time. They take up much brainwork (that is the ideal reason that the lazy ones would use. I hope I am correct in saying that I am not one of these lazy ones). Essays make my brain hurt. That may not be politically correct, but it is clear enough to give a general idea.

However, this entire dislike of essays may stem from a biased view. I seem unable to write notable essays. I seem to be able to write notable free-writes. Because I am unable to write notable essays, I dislike them. I am biased. Others may not be. They may be capable of writing brilliant (excuse the pomposity, if it is present) essays. They dislike them too, but for the not-personally-biased reasons I had mentioned in my previous paragraph.

I was finally able to create an organizationally correct paragraph. I pat myself on the back. It is rare that it occurs, especially in free-writes. Not that I consider this a free-write. This is an essay about my dislike of essays. But I had made a topic-sentence-first paragraph. Yay for me.

According to this computer, "yay" is not a proper word, and "yay for me" is not a proper sentence. What type of word is "yay" anyways? I assume it is an interjection. Is it "proper" to use a preposition right after? I say "yay for something" all the time in public without ever receiving dirty looks. And so I conclude that my personal definition of "proper" must be amended. In my opinion, every new meaning should receive a new word. That should increase the English language tenfold. But that belief goes along with the thought that all words should be spelled by phonics. In other words, neither opinion is regarded highly by others, or by myself. And so, these thoughts shall once again be shoved into a dusty, rusty filing cabinet in a corner at the back of my head, alongside my heavily guarded, high security vault containing an enjoyment of tomatoes, large suffocating crowds, and the Asians stinky tofu.

As I had stated earlier, I would consider providing a blueprint sentence later on in the essay. According to the widely accepted theories of physics, this is "later on in the essay". Although it is once again, very untraditional, I shall leave you here, ending on my blueprint. As I look back on my essay, I choose to provide the following blueprint to you: In this essay, I shall discuss morphing, the number thirty, dictionaries, pomposity, stiff backs, stinky tofu, and sprockets (just because I adore that word).

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