Connect the dots

I'm doing away with the ellipses.

I used to think of it as romantic, in my own grammar-loving sort of way. A series of dots that mark a thought trailing off into unknown spaces. The ellipses was mysterious and left me wondering, imagining what other thought could have followed.

But a conversation of ellipsies, I've discovered, is the worst to have. Oversaturated by them, the whimsy has been stripped away to reveal what the three little dots really are.

Omission. The very name for the dots should serve as a warning. Derived from the Greek word elleipsis. "To fall short."

The ellipses, my friends, is a cop-out approach to communcation. And I don't have any reason to deal with cop-out conversations anymore.

I'm more of a dash kind of girl. Multiple thoughts brought together. Not omitted, not left dangling off into air. Too much, rather than too little.

In other news. It's a jeans and sandals day. Flip-flop smacks against brick streets traveled by other barefoot-wannabes enjoying the sunshine.

"Are you enjoying the day?" a stranger asks.

"How could you not?" is your reply.