Spaces after a period

Hello.  My name is Hannah, and I like writing with two spaces between sentences.  Why?  Well, for one, it creates a sense of finality, a true splitting between the two ideas we call sentences.  For another, though, it makes things look nice.  It creates a sense of pause and breath, when a paragraph otherwise could look like a long run-on.  That double space permits me to scan with ease, as well as to see what sorts of sentences are contained within whatever I am viewing.  With only one space between sentences, the words just flow together, as if one single idea, unable to organize itself into distinct yet beautiful thought, in the form of sentences.

Hello. My name is Hannah, and I like writing with two spaces between sentences. Why? Well, for one, it creates a sense of finality, a true splitting between the two ideas we call sentences. For another, though, it makes things look nice. It creates a sense of pause and breath, when a paragraph otherwise could look like a long run-on. That double space permits me to scan with ease, as well as to see what sorts of sentences are contained within whatever I am viewing. With only one space between sentences, the words just flow together, as if one single idea, unable to organize itself into distinct yet beautiful thought, in the form of sentences.

Perhaps you disagree with me.  That’s okay.  Fortunately, there is no rule requiring me to write with only a single space between sentences, because I very much dislike doing it.  In fact, there’s no rule whatsoever.  There is merely a preference by various editors and such for the single space.  So, you may use the single space, too, if you so wish.  However, I shall not.  So far as my eyes are concerned, I miss the period half the time when reading, and wonder what on Earth is going on in this ridiculously long sentence (before I backtrack to look for that period that I must have mistaken as a comma, of course).

Anyway, those are just a few of my thoughts for today.  Hope you enjoyed.  🙂

—I wrote this December 30th, but it apparently didn’t post… so, here it is now!—

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A Memory

Shortly after I turned 18, my mom and I went to stay at my aunt’s house (perhaps for a weekend or something), which is in a small town about two hours outside of our city, and in the semi-middle-of-nowhere.

My cousin Shawn, who is not quite a year older than I am and was/is also my Confirmation sponsor, decided for us to go out for a bit, late one night.  He was reminded of the fact that I had recently turned 18, and so declared that we needed to have cigars to celebrate.  I shared my being not into it, but went along to the gas station, where he bought two small cigars (which smelled nice, actually).

We ended up at a park down the street, play complex and all, and I don’t remember if Shawn smoked his cigar or not, but I know that I did not smoke mine, and ended up just giving it back to him.  Nonetheless, we hung out at the park for a couple hours, I recall, just walking around, talking as we played on the various playsets.  I remember specifically mentioning how I loved that Jesus has fabulous grammar in the Bible (I think it was as I was walking across the shaky bridge thing, and then slid down a pole at the end).  Somewhere, I had been discussing with girlfriends the idea of husbands and boyfriends and such, and we had come to the idea that Jesus just needs to be a real person right now, so he can be one of our boyfriends.  And I just loved that he had perfect grammar (at least from what I recalled having read), making me wish even more that he could be my man.  Haha.

So these are the kinds of things I did with my cousins growing up.  Harmless, somewhat silly activities, filled with goofy yet incredibly honest and open conversation.  I miss Shawn a lot, and all the ridiculous love he has to share (and shares) with the world.

He’ll be in India for a while soon.  Just a fun fact.  🙂

 

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