The Hypnotic Dance of Dictation

Care to join me on a nostalgic journey

Dear Friend

How are you feeling today?

I’m tired, I think I peaked too soon on Monday and Tuesday. I’ll never understand why I keep putting undue pressure on myself to “keep on keeping on”.  I think I’ll take this Wednesday a little slower than usual.

Yesterday I was reminiscing over the memories of my teenage years, sitting in my geography class, not sure why, but it came to mind.  I used to love geography, mainly because my teacher used to teach us through dictation.  Is that a lazy way to teach children? I’m not sure.  But I loved it.

As my teacher’s voice used to fill the air with words, my fountain pen moved in tandem across my textbook.  It wasn’t the information that was being conveyed, not at all, it was about the sheer joy of writing.

For at least an hour, I’d lose myself in the rhythm of it all.  Forever the daydreamer.  I used to love the scratch of the nib against the paper, then lose myself, mind wandering while writing aimlessly. It was so hypnotic.  A trance like state of mi…