I wish that I had kept a count of how many words/pages I have written since I began college. It would be an astounding number I am sure, probably long enough for a book. No matter how many essays I write, I still find the ending the hardest to write. Typically I can write a decent beginning and a decent thesis, and support, but the conclusion always keeps me stressing. The problem is that the conclusion is important, because it is the last thing the reader sees. I always run into the problem of repeating myself during the conclusion….
To be continued later…I don’t know how to conclude this.
I had to quit earlier so that I could go to class and learn about more essays I will have to write. Well I guess it’s good that I love to write, right (ha! homophones!)? Anyway, as often happens when I look back at unfinished blogs, I realize that I have lost my enthusiasm for what I was writing earlier, but I will try anyway.
I was talking about how I dislike writing conclusions. Let me start with the reason I decided to write this blog. I was attempting to write a paper for my English class, which is about novels. I wrote about 500 words and scrapped it because it was junk. In some jumbled mess I wrote several pages until my head hurt. Then mysteriously I woke up the next morning and polished it until it made sense (I always think better in the morning anyway). The only problem was I ran out of steam by the time I reached the last paragraph. I was right at the minimum word count, and I just wanted to stop. So I did. Unfortunately, I knew I had to come back to it. Right now, the document is sitting in a folder on my computer with two sentences of conclusion. It lacks an ending. There’s my problem. I don’t like conclusions because I don’t know how to finish something without being repetitive.
Now that I re-read what I put as the title of this blog, I think maybe I should address conclusions to relationships. I don’t really like those either. Typically, I say “see ya later” instead of good-bye, because it feels less conclusive. The truth is: the relationship (and this can be friendship) doesn’t end in my head. I can only think of a few times when I have completely ended a friendship in my head. I usually carry on with the relationship in my head and analyze it to find out what went wrong (I’m not crazy). So even when I am not talking to someone on a regular basis, I still think about them. The relationship doesn’t really end for me. Hence, I don’t like conclusions/endings. They always feel awkward and repetitive. Usually when you say good-bye to someone there is that awkward moment when the both of you say good-bye several times and you hug, but it still doesn’t feel right to just walk away. Personally, I wait for the other person to begin edging away.
Even now as I am writing this I am trying to decide what a good ending line(s) for this post would be. Since I can’t think of something that doesn’t just repeat what I’ve already said…THE END (now if only I could just write that on papers).