…I probably wrote faster than I could type. You know, the bumbling, two-fingered shuffle across the keyboard?
Now it’s pretty much the polar opposite. I get frustrated when I physically have to write stuff down – it’s just so slow.
Last year I even stopped handwriting my notes when it came time to study for exams. Instead, I typed them up in short bullet point or paragraph style. Much neater, faster, and easier to go back and insert bits and pieces as needed.
So I thought my exam was going to be a real bitch because I would be spending three solid hours doing nothing BUT writing. Writing, by hand. On paper. Ouch. But surprisingly, the time flew by, my hands didn’t cramp up, and God must have been smiling on me because the questions were worded super nicely and once I put my pen to paper, the words flowed. Three essays? Done, in just over two hours. My writing started to taper off and curve back on itself once I got past the first three pages, but at least it was still legible.
The weird thing? As I was writing, I would randomly picture in my head just how I would write that particular word in shorthand. Especially words with special endings, like ment or ange…because I could have inscribed those with one single short stroke. Pity we had to stick to strict English, but at least I wasn’t tempted to use txt speak. I didn’t even use the & symbol ONCE.
I read an article in Canvas, cribbed from Psychology Today, a while ago about the strange eating habits people have. Nearly 20 per cent of people are repelled by raw tomatoes. Nearly the same amount just don’t like trying new foods, and 60 per cent of us eat just about the same thing for breakfast every day. I know I do! I used to eat cereal and toast when I was young. Then I used to just eat toast, then I switched to cereal. This year has been bitterly cold though and I’ve switched to porridge just because I don’t want to be pouring icy cold milk down my throat first thing when I get up. (Yes, I actually kind of like porridge, loaded with brown sugar).
I get really, insanely strong food cravings, and sometimes I can literally smell and taste whatever it is I want. Sometimes it’s sweet, like donuts or cheesecake or cookies. Sometimes it’s hearty, like pasta or stew. Sometimes it’s just plain trashy, like food court fried rice or butter chicken. It’s hardly ever something that’s really good for me, like sushi or salad (although I do enjoy both of those). There are all kinds of theories about food cravings, like craving a certain kind of flavour = lack of this or that nutrient in your diet. But this article reckoned cravings have more to do with culture and childhood than anything else.
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