Ramblings of a Grammar Nazi.

Isn't it interesting how illiterate people can be? You don't have to be a "Grammar Nazi" to appreciate a well written sentence. I'm always seeing comments on thoughtless posts on facebook about how irritating it is when the OP doesn't use proper grammar. It makes me feel better knowing that I'm not the only one who gets a metaphorical brain aneurysm each time I see someone using the word 'sense' in place of the word 'since' or 'your' instead of 'you're'. And, boy, does it get under my skin a little when I see a paragraph with no capitalization, punctuation or correct spelling. Don't even get me started on people who say words incorrectly.

I'm always correcting people. I know I shouldn't, since there are points in my life when I, myself, need to be corrected. Though, I can't seem to help it. There are times when I have to breath through the urge to correct someone and just let it go.

It feels like watching a wounded bird walk away. You want to go to it, patch it up the best you can and send it on it's way to heal. But, that's never the case is it? Once you send it away, it's not grateful for the help at all. The dumb bird scratches off the bandages you, so carefully, placed upon the wound and goes on living it's life broken, bleeding, and stupid.You can only hope that there's someone else willing to help the poor bird better than you did.

I guess that would be a bit of an extreme metaphor, but you understand what I'm saying -at least I hope you do. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way.

Regret

Do you ever wish you could take it back? You know...that thing you did once? The thing that you regret. You wanna take it back so badly, but it just sits in the corner of your mind, and every once in a while it'll stand up and say, "Hey, remember me?" You hang your head down in slight-depression and think to yourself, "Why was I so stupid?"
I think we've all done this. Sometimes we act like it's no big deal, but we really just want to run back into our room, shut the door, and pretend it never happened.

It wasn't my idea to write about this. But, I think it's something we all feel from time to time. I know I have, and that's why I can give perspective on it.

Regret is not a good feeling, so if you haven't felt it before, I'm very happy for you. You must be some sort of an awesome person. But, for those of us who have felt regret...It sucks.

re·gret

/rɪˈgrɛt/ Show Spelled [ri-gret] Show IPA verb, -gret·ted, -gret·ting, noun

–verb (used with object)

1.

to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.): He no sooner spoke than he regretted it.

2.

to think of with a sense of loss: to regret one's vanished youth.

–noun

3.

a sense of loss, disappointment, dissatisfaction, etc.

4.

a feeling of sorrow or remorse for a fault, act, loss, disappointment, etc.

5.

regrets, a polite, usually formal refusal of an invitation: I sent her my regrets.

6.

a note expressing regret at one's inability to accept an invitation: I have had four acceptances and one regret.

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