I would just like to take this one moment to say,

while I am boiling hot with passion on the topic,

that I shiver when I receive text messages that begin with a lowercase letter.

Not only is it gramatically incorrect and lazy,

but also,

if you ask me,

“wanna get lunch?”

maybe I do

but I promise you, I’d much prefer to get lunch with you if you acted like you actually wanted to get lunch with me.

“Do you want to get lunch?”

is a halfway decent invitation to plans.

You are already doing the least by texting,

right?

And sometimes, a lowercase letter is stylistic. And sometimes, a writer wants their reader to read the word on the page how it would be said out loud. Which I can appreciate and understand and sometimes, I do it here, right on this very platform where I type out all of my meandering thoughts, yes.

However,

typing without capital letters and leaving your own singular self out of your texts to me is the digital equivalent of avoiding eye contact and mumbling your words and slouching and calling it a conversation. Which I really truly cannot stand to watch.

And because this entire existence is and all the beings I encounter are

mirrors

reflecting back to me all the things I must witness within myself,

I wonder why.

(I am doing lots of wondering why as of late.)

When I catch myself leaving the subject out of the sentence, it is my first indication that I am uncomfortable. And being uncomfortable is obviously okay and fine and part of the journey, sure. But perhaps I cannot bear to watch and hear others mumble and cower because I know how uneasy those behaviors feel in my own body.

When I teach a yoga class and instead of directing,

“step your right foot forward,”

I amble,

“stepping your right foot forward,”

it is almost always because I am for whatever reason self-conscious in that moment.

And I so deeply crave the feeling of freedom from the judgement of others.

It is like nails down a chalkboard to me,

the excruciating lack of responsibility taken by any entirely lowercase sentence wrought with fake contractions and completely deficient in the standalone letter I.

Until You Know Better

Heart chakra

Throat chakra, too

Act like an adult and use your words

Great Artists Steal

I am, I am, I am

The Message by Ta-Nehisi Coates

CHROMAKOPIA, too