Wordgasmic

Taste is such a subjective thing.

What tickles my funny bone may irritate yours.
What I find delicious you may find odious.
What you think is gorgeous might be "just okay" for me.
What I think is good reading might be just blah to you.

My taste in blog reading is as eclectic as my taste in books and music. Just look at my blogroll (and the list isn't even complete, there are some others that I regularly read but haven't yet added to my blogroll). There's funny, serious, and everything in between.

Hats off to the funny bloggers, I admire your skill. I think it's damn hard to consistently come up with something that's so uproariously funny. It's like you guys are on happy pills all the time, dancing to the mad piper's music, injecting the cyberworld with your own brand of hilarity that translates into laughter in my corner of the world.

Hats off to those who share parts of their everyday lives and do it so well. You have a knack for making what some might perceive as mundane seem so much more interesting. Again, it's a matter of being subjective. What looks to be mundane to one is important to another, and the way it's written (or illustrated) makes me realize that perhaps everything is important after all--just in varying degrees and from different perspectives.

And so I meander my way through the blog world, lingering at this site and that, reading your thoughts, reacting to them; chuckling at the wits and smart alecks; rejoicing with those who share good news, commiserating with those who are feeling bad; marveling at how each one uses the written word in his or her own way to express the inner self.

But every so often I come across writings that stop me in my tracks, rivet me, mesmerize me, hold me in thrall. Perhaps they leave others unmoved, but what I do know is that they touch a chord deep inside me, one that resonates and thrums from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

I wish I could write that way. I wish I had their voice. I'd like to think that I have that kind of voice. But even if I did, I don't know how to coax it out. It isn't just what is being written about that grabs my attention and doesn't let go; it's the way the writer uses words to conjure unexpected images, crafting their thoughts with nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, figures of speech, as artfully and as naturally as a spider weaving a web.

I am captivated, captured, a helpless but willing victim of their magic.

And I fall deeply, madly in love with the written word all over again.