Intellectualism is dead..Not, really.

I’ve always wondered what propelled people to be so honest in their writing. Being a writer and all, writing is my life. It is the reason I carry a journal everywhere, several journals. But I realized that my writing is rather secretive. It has literary contexts and echoes historical sentiments. It draws on dead theorists and poets alike. It aims to capture something; like a song or a photograph. Its artsy and naked with depth and precise connotations. From a writers standpoint, its splendid; a true art form.

From a general consensus, its annoying and boring. Its too deep and thought provoking, like a puzzle. No one wants to read a puzzle all the time.

Except ME!

I do. I like to read puzzles and I love to decode them! That’s right! I am not talking actual puzzles. Heavens no! Those bore me to tears. I think because I am a little too impatient. Anyhow I digress. Here I go again mentally decoding something completely irrelevant while I am writing about decoding puzzles. I am a walking contradiction. My brain only thinks in dichotomies. Yes, it IS exhaustive and super annoying, even to own ears but its me. The beauty of it all is that I can write it down. I can see the contradiction, can see the neurotransmitters spin like unsafe wheels at worn down amusement park in Jersey (childhood reference). I can see my perceptions becoming intertwined with the ever changing stimuli that I encounter each day and as exhaustive and extensive as this process sounds, I can capture it with a few lines. On paper. Mostly. On random train/car rides. Scenic paths, bridges that I am afraid of but cannot help admiring, dim lit restaurants that charge too much for wine but not enough for braised veal? Hmm.. I never got that. Anyway, I digress once again.

So, let me end the “squirrel” moments and go back to my first point. Yes, people who write honestly and do not hide behind the pen of intellectually. I applaud you all! As writers, we need to be just honest sometimes and get away from formatting/ political correctness of the vocabulary we utilize. I don’t know about you but my “nerdy” mind has always subscribed to the words of my college English professors who seemed to celebrate the depth in my words. Now, at 26, I feel weird if I do not use proper, scholarly rhetoric ALL the time. So, a few months ago, I bought a fourth journal. I call it my “Essays” journal. It is only reserved for theoretical analyses which is another word for DEAD theorists’ words. In this journal I write my critiques of, oh, you know, human nature, politics, existentialism, crazy Nietzsche antics, quantifiable research and anything someone in the Enlightenment Era would deem interesting. Once I gave myself this outlet, I freed myself from the need to intellectualize everything.

This is my first post on medium. I didn’t quite know what I should say. I mean, I write everyday and I have over 8 journals worth of material but I thought I should do what all those sappy movies that encourage the main character or budding love interest to do…ya know, “speak from the heart!”

Eh, that doesn’t have the same effect when written as it did when Owen Wilson said to Rachel McAdams in Wedding Crashers. Rats!

Oh, well. There shall be more posts in the future that try that line again and I cannot promise they will be fitting either.

Happy Writing!

P.S. No neurotransmitters were harmed during this write up. And yes, I am aware they do not spin. And if they did, it wouldn’t be in Jersey!