why does it matter?


matter is a 'loaded' word.

it has six variable meanings, give or take; with about sixty synonyms more for each.

sixty may be a bit of an exaggeration.*

affair, business, proceeding, happening, occurence, incident, importance, consequence, note, theme, topic, issue, point, occasion, secrete, signify, theme, concern, subject matter, text, argument, substance, problem, thesis, document, worry, bother, upset, trouble, difficulty, count, event, issue, affair, business, proceeding, happening, occurence, incident, importance, consequence, note, theme, topic, issue, point, occasion, secrete, signify, theme, concern, subject matter, text, argument, substance, problem, thesis, document, worry, bother, upset, trouble, difficulty, count, event, theme, concern, subject matter, text, argument, substance, problem, thesis, document, worry, bother, upset, trouble, difficulty, count, event, issue, affair, business, proceeding, happening, occurence, incident, importance, consequence, note, theme, topic, issue, point, occasion, secrete, signify, theme, concern, subject matter, text, argument, substance, problem, thesis, document, worry, bother, upset, trouble, difficulty, count, event, theme

* but fifty-nine isn't far off.

 

so, which is the right word, for our purposes? and who is this 'our' i'm talking about? who am i to you?

and what is it that is supposed to matter in the first place?

 

who?

my name is gabriella, and i am a

(it's your choice, but for our purposes, consider the third.)

 

which makes you a reader. my reader; i might add. you make me feel awfully professional. and, transparently, a bit nervous.

 

you see, reader, i am a writer.

(this one is really your choice. it's between us.)

 

though if i may, i think the right word in this case is 'fledgling.'

fledgling meaning emergent. promising, young, budding, rising, infant. literally, 'a young bird that has just fledged;' and hopefully, one who's linguistic instincts carry her safely to the ground after being thrown from the metaphorical nest.

birds aside, i am a writer because i love words. i love rhyme and reason, and alliteration, and repetition, and excess. breaks in form. typographic theory. consonance. big words. like 'consonance.' long, somewhat-insufferably-hyphenated-and-made-up words. semi-colons, and oxford commas. and repetition. and lengthy asides. and long sentences, with far too many commas, and questionable grammar. and direct addresses. my reader, you. i love you, too. and i love serif on a webpage. sans on a white page. beige page. high-thread count. nice papers for nice words. nice words that speak nice things into existence and whisper everything else. and i love love. easily written professions of love. love songs, love letters, lovely notes in lovely books, lovely notes in the pseudo-margins of our lives. i love words.

 

what?

and it's wonderful. but what is this?

 

this. this things that i'm doing, that you're reading. forget who i am, and why it matters. what is it?

for now, let's say it's an act of trust.