I chose the "Finding Nemo" inspired title mainly because I am yet to see "Finding Dory."

Anyways, it is still relevant to my intended point–encompassing it even. As a literary-abundant society, we have come to love the humble comma, the great period, and that beloved hyphen that makes just about any phrase elaborate and all the more prominent (For a live action example, see the first sentence of this paragraph). Grammatical structure is supposed to enhance and make writing purposeful and gravitational, not a throbbing headache of mechanics and technicalities. Who cares if I missed a period? Who cares if I mispeled ‘misspelled’?

Teachers sure do, but your thoughts do not. In fact, thoughts are elaborate and profound and monumental without a single semi-colon. Thoughts are a continuum, irrational–an extension of you.

And as a rebellion, I have decided not to give flying fladoodle where these crazy sentences take me, with or without an exclamation point. I am not going to intentionally disregard a question mark to make a statement, let me tell you now (because I am actually somewhat of a perfectionist and this actually pains me), but I will leave natural grammatical errors as they are and let them thrive…even spelling errors (well, baby steps…only those that I haven’t noticed in the first lookover). Hahaha, proofreading? What’s that? (okay maybe a little, to make sure my intended message is still articulated).

Sayonara to that tempting ‘Edit’ button after proofreading this post. For now.

I won’t even press the delete button. Or maybe I will, as minimally as possible. Only when necessary. Starting now… Ok wait just kidding I just pressed it. Ok, seriously…now.

Technicalities have been so glorified that such preciseness has halted spontaneity. Concept rather than factuality, people! Grammar is supposed to be an enhancer, a modifier, an extension of one’s emotional experience–not a not a daily consumption of superficiality. A hassle, a pain in the arse. In mine, specifically.

Commas are friends, not food.

My English papers will remain grammatically pristine, don’t you worry. This, however, is different. These are my unguarded thoughts.

I will let them roam free.