I’ll admit it: I like words.
I’m not a writer (shhh, don’t tell the Aiming Low boss) and I don’t have any sort of degree in writing. I like spewing word vomit on occasion, however. I do keep a blog but I doubt it’s readable by writers’ standards.
But I like words.
Several people in my family have this hyperlexia thing. We all learned to read before three years of age, we all read books voraciously and we all like to do crossword puzzles. We’re obsessed with word games like Scrabble, word searches and the like.
We do them for fun. Nice and nerdy!
Even my sons have inherited the word gene. What parent has to go into their kid’s room and threaten them with loss of privileges to get them to stop reading?
Yes, I know, great problem to have. Trouble is, it also means we have STELLAR social skills. Meaning, we don’t have social skills. For example, my sisters and I used to go to parties and dances with books in our pockets and sit in the corner and read. Or I’d go to the library and sit on the floor and go through shelves and shelves of books. The librarians would kick me out at closing time.
And we wondered why we had trouble keeping friends. Most people don’t invite you over to sit in their room and read all their books instead of playing.
Some of my favorite words (besides curse words–yes, I’m classy like that) are:
- Sex (Kidding. No, really, I like it.)
And there you have it. Some of my favorite words. Don’t they just roll off the tongue? It’s like getting to third base. For your mouth. For your viewing pleasure: