Yesterday, my sister shared with me her new favorite pastime.
It seems she enjoys going through the comments on my posts (nothing disturbing there) and… has a giggle at my typos.
How lucky am I that she doesn’t read what I leave in other people’s comments 🙂
I’m a notorious Typoist!
I think the reason fo this is three-fold.
First of all, I type with 2 fingers.
I did attend a typing course, but abandoned it, thinking my two index fingers were more than ample to express my thoughts in writing.
Oh, the mistakes of youth!
This also means I’m not looking at the screen when I write.
I’ve been known to type a whole paragraph before I noticed the Caps Lock was on.
It doesn’t help that on reading my texts I see what I think I’ve typed rather than what’s really there.
Secondly, my laptop sometime experiences a case of ‘sticky keys’, which is a second-long glitch where the computer freezes, not registering the keys pressed.
Therefore, my sister got a charming request via email asking her to ‘pint this document’.
Last, but not least, when English stopped being my primary language, I’d continue making use of all my language skills apart from writing.
I’d speak English (it’s still the language I use both in my private life and at work), I watched BBC and Sky, I read English books.
Writing was the only skill I didn’t get to work on for a very long time, and I can honestly say spelling suffered.
Before you think this is my way of saying mea culpa, let my shatter that illusion.
As I said to my sister when she laughed at the ‘pint’, my typos are my quirk.
It’s my imperfection, and one I am willing to embrace.
I know there are one or two people out there who take a strange form of pleasure pointing out my shortcomings.
To them, and to all my readers, all I can say is this:
If you are willing to laugh at them, I’m willing to laugh along with you.
Like the time I sent @Sebababy a tweet that said:
“That’s Harry’s thong” (instead of ‘thing’).
Trust me, that shifted the discussion in a whole new, and very interesting, direction 😉
I truly believe that we are either all perfect, just the way we are, or none of us will ever reach that state.
I actually like imperfection, interesting noses being one of my favorites.
Yesterday I saw a before and after picture of Jennifer Grey, who’s best known for playing the role of Baby in Dirt Dancing.
Don’t get me wrong, she looks amazing.
The only problem is, by fixing her imperfect nose, she stopped being characteristic, and therefore recognizable.
This lead me to think about the imperfection of a certain Mr Perfect.
I know RA has had some work done, like fixing his teeth, and has most probably worked very hard to make that beautiful mane stay thick, luscious, and sexy enough to want to run your fingers through.
I’m so happy he never had work done on that glorious honker.
I shudder to think how his face would change if he ever decided to go under the knife (or the chisel…).
That imperfect nose works perfectly smack in the middle of his gorgeous mug.
He may have felt like a ‘beanpole with a nose‘ growing up, but now it’s attached to a body worthy to be on the cover of a Harlequin novel.
Armitage also possesses another one of my favorite imperfections, meaning he’s a sexy man with a cute little scar.
The one that decorates his forehead was most probably caused by a scratched chicken pox or measles spot, and never has a contagious disease created something so sexy!
So today, instead of focusing on what’s ‘just not right’ in ourselves, how about embracing it?
How about lifting a hand and saying: Yes I suck at this, that and the other!
How about laughing at our quirks, and therefore biting our thumb at them!
It’s our imperfections that make us interesting and characteristic.
If we’re lucky, as Mr Armitage has proven, it might even be sexy 😉
So, I’ll start:
Hllo, my naem in Agzy, and Im a notorios Typoist!