the sickening sweet of strawberry kisses

rewriting notes and letters

A while ago, I was on the phone with my girlfriend, let's call her Vienna. We were goofing off like we usually do, then she asked me what I was doing, as she saw my pen jumping around in the corner of my screen.

As the title of this segment says, I told her I liked to rewrite everything I write two or three times, a habit that developed over time, mostly from rewriting my messy world history notes.

She laughed at me for a while, finding it funny and wondering why I would do such a thing. I didn't really understand why she asked me such a question. I'm sure before modern day society, people did it all the time.

I'm sure even the great playwright William Shakespeare messed up with his ink and quill many times. But I guess with modern technology, there aren't as many typos. Best believe I've made several as I'm writing this. It was almost second nature at this point in my life. Something that I usually always did, almost uprooted in a moment's passing.

Why wouldn't I? I guess it's weird when you think about it. Not to me though, as it was something I did with everything I wrote on paper. I always thought there was something magical about the act of rewriting anything you wrote,

It's like imprinting it into your brain, in a codex that can be accessed and used for later use. Imagine though, everything you've ever learned, written and acknowledged as something important, even if not to others, into a large, vast library.

As someone with an overactive imagination, so much wonder can always come to mind always at work, and with that comes the outcomes of a thousand possibilities with a million more results.

I'd like to refer to my mind as a library sometimes, and to store information or anything of interest, I have to write down things multiple times for it to stick.

Though at times it doesn't require such trivial tasks, it's more fun for me in a way. Keeping an often detailed log of all things I've read, whether for school or personal matters.

Rewriting, for a sense of a better world, allowed me to have a better sense of my bearings. It gave me a better sense of the world around me. I know at this point I'm just rambling and it may not make perfect sense, but to me it's like understanding calculus.

No, I never took calculus, but it's like how I imagine it to be.

So having access to such an ability should come with warranted precautions, in a sense. You never know what the day will bring.

Maybe I'll be whisked away to a magical realm that'll need my ever vast sense of knowledge, but let's be honest, the stuff I have in my library wouldn't be worth as much as others. Still worthy though. It's all a part of the journey of knowledge, in the end anyways.