M Is For Meandering

James Proclaims (4)


You know how some people write stuff but there doesn’t seem to be any real direction to what they are writing? They start but then they don’t seem to go anywhere with it. They sort of make the same point multiple times or they repeat themselves. They try to say the same thing in various different ways. Often they repeat themselves. There’s no logic to the narrative. You never quite know what they are trying to say. There never seems to be an actual point. There’s a lot of repetition. A lot of covering of the same ground. They just never seem to get anywhere. It’s just constant repetition of the same ideas. Really they could say everything they needed to in a short, uncomplicated sentence, that would be concise and not unnecessarily long for no good reason because brevity is sometimes better than long unwieldy and poorly structured sentences that are quite hard to read without losing a bit of patience with the writer, who seems to be almost unaware of how to properly structure a sentence without making it overly long and repetitive. Instead of doing that though, they just churn out longer and longer and longer sentences, offering no new ideas and little content of any value, which just frustrates the reader and makes the reader want to stop reading these endlessly long and boring sentences that just seem to be saying the same thing over and over again, so much so that in the midst of all of the repetition and overly long sentences and poorly structured ideas, the original point is lost somewhere and no-one really knows why the writer bothered in the first place unless all he was trying to do was annoy the people who are good enough to read the trite he produces.

What’s that all about eh?

  1 comment for “M Is For Meandering

  1. April 16, 2016 at 2:04 am

    Ok, ok, guilty as charged! Some of us just can’t help it if our thoughts cannot follow a straight path, and don’t even circle around on themselves, but meander around, occasionally looping back, sometimes sharply changing direction, often drifting and swaying as a leaf on a breeze, constantly falling with gravity and being lifted by new gusts, but never really finding a resting place, and certainly not having a discernible purpose or direction.

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