The Curse of Cursive

curro, currere - to run

ergo: cursive - writing that "runs" togeather

It came to my attention recently (while going over my brother's school work) that elementary school teachers seem to use cursive to write notes to parents more than any one else. I remember learning cursive towards the end of elementary school, they told us that we would have to use it in middle and high school (lies). However not only was it rarely used, but also rarely appears in the corporate or college world. I suppose some people use it as a preference, and perhaps since the writing utensil is only lifted between words, it may be faster to write in cursive. But, it is my suspicion that cursive is little more than a code, a way for elementary school teachers to write notes to parents that the students A. cant read, and B. cant forge. The rough hand coordination and motor skills of a young child could maybe trace or copy simple straight lines such as normal writing provides, but would be hard pressed to finesse a cursive curve. Why even have two styles of writing the same language? It makes no practical sense.

The words I write are lies, if you believe what you read, then you should stop. So I pose a question, can you understand me, can you know me by reading my lies?

In truth I feel more delusional each day. With little sleep (as I often get) my imagination runs wild, I have waking dreams, flashes of inspiration, and false or fleeting memories. I think things have been getting worse though, life changes when you get out of college and are no longer surrounded by a bubble of people who have goals. Now here I sit, looking for a job, looking for a relationship (just got a "would rather not say" reason for closed communication on e-scamony), by myself as it goes day by day. During the day I laugh and joke about my relationships, but at night I walk and think, and I am alone. Such things are less funny when the weights of the day are on your shoulders and there is no one to talk to about them. I laugh because I find it funny how a "terrible person" such as myself has these relationship problems. There are plenty of... less than desirable... people out there who have no problem with relationships other than their own shortsighted downfalls. I guess I just think too much, and for that sin, must be eternally punished by being forced to be alone and have the time to think too much... shoot...

Anyone willing to save me?.. I didn't think so...