Like a Basket Full of Laundry
Ahh, the mighty G-2
It's not that I don't want to write them, I've unexpectedly enjoyed writing them for the wedding as I've gotten to spend one last personal moment with each person through them and it's made that feeling of the wedding - the feeling of being surrounded by throngs of people you love - last just a bit longer.
The problem is, I can only write a few of them a night. I'm not just scribbling out a short "Thanks, love Eric + Sara" I'm having conversations with people here. To clarify the problem a bit - If I was writing thank you e-mails, I would be in a much better position.
You see, I can type like lightning when I know what I want to say (and have a spell checker to clean up after my typo's), but my handwriting has been downright awful since the first grade. I even changed to writing in all caps in 9th grade to try to clean it up a bit, but to little avail. I've settled for a script I like to call "stylized doctor scratch" and will only write with my easy-flowing Pilot G-2, but I rarely, if ever, engage in the actual art of putting pen to paper for anything other than doodling.
Beyond the embarrassing chicken scratch look of my handwriting and inevitable typo (write-o?), writing is actually physically excruciating for me. I just can't get my hand to move that way consistently. It's almost comical, seeing as nearly everything else I do in my life involves using my hands in some fashion, but for some reason the combination of deep thought, fine motor skills (the writing) and gross motor skills (the picking up of the arm to continue writing a line) has just always posed problems for me. I must either go so painfully slow that people have genuinely asked if I've had a stroke or have some other mental deficiency, or write like a third grader and throw in lots of big first letters and fancy strokes when possible to make it look like it's all supposed to look this way.
The funny thing is, about a year ago, my brother, father, and I all picked up pieces of paper and realized that our handwriting was all but identical, even thought my brother and I did not learn to write from my father. We all developed the "small-caps" style independently, and generally mix cursive and print in the same ways.
Weird. Maybe it's genetic? I've also found this specific pattern of writing to be an exclusively male trait. Anyone else an expert in "barely-legible-all-caps-big-T"?
