Envy

I usually do not envy other people. I don't envy their possessions, don't envy their lives. I don't. I am more than happy with all that I have achieved in life, both past and present.

But I do envy something. Bad! Really, really bad! To the point of embarrassment.

And I am going to confess all about it.

I envy the knowledge of the English language that some individuals have.

I read some blogs and just cannot believe what many bloggers are capable of doing with their writing. I laugh, get emotional, and even (sometimes) upset, together with the authors - if that is what they intend to deliver. 

The richness of vocabulary that some people have is fantastic.  I understand every single word, and sentence, and have unimaginable pleasure in reading a well written post.

But I cannot write like they do. And that's what bothers me.

I can do it in Portuguese. I think. But not in English. And it pisses me off.

My mother always said that one of the best ways for us to learn new words (and worlds) was through reading. My addiction to books came from her. Reading is part of my life, and it has always been.

I've had friends and family members say that the books I enjoyed most were boring/annoying. It took me a long time to understand that I was more involved on the way the writer wrote, than on what the story told. Yes, the story has to have some content - I am not that crazy. But, I've enjoyed books that were as bland as un-spiced rice, because the writer had an exquisite way of putting the words together!

On the other hand, a so-called good writer can get too repetitive in a hurry. One reads two books from this author, and the scenes are nothing but the same "recipe", this time mixed back to front. Lack of creativity, I'd dare say.

But, back to bloggers. Yesterday, while we waited for the weather to decide what to do, I spent quite a while reading new blogs. And found a few great ones. People that, from now on, I will envy!

Take this lady, for instance. The blog is "Thoughts from a Yodeling Goatherder".  Find the longest post that she has written and read it. Isn't it delightful? There is a certain speed to her writing, like she is actually talking non stop, in a very interesting manner, and warm voice.  And funny? She is funny! When she wants to, right?

Maybe it all looks that special to me, because I am a foreigner. You guys are familiar with the expressions and terms that are used in all these interesting blogs, while I get more than a kick out of them. I feel they fit so well and they are super appropriate.

I will follow a blog if the writer has tastes, thoughts and/or feelings similar to mine. I will identify myself in their posts, I will have fun, I will be supportive. I will feel with them. For them. 

I will not tell all the reasons why I would NOT follow a blog. Sufice to say that, if they have differences which will make me hurt, I will not go there. (First time I used the word "sufice"... LOL...)

Now, I will follow a blog to learn!

Like my mom said, reading is the best way. Perhaps I can catch something.

I am not that old.