I am so weird!
Yes, I’ve come to terms with my weirdness over the years, but there are times when even I can’t ignore how strange I am.
The UPS guy showed up at my doorstep the other day with my new copy of the Associated Press Stylebook, and you would have thought that he was Santa Claus come early.
I ordered a new copy because the one I already have is decades (several decades) old. That isn’t the weird part. The weird part is how happy I was at the new arrival.
I tore open the package, grinning, and clutched the book to my chest. (Yes, I actually did that.) Then I started thumbing through it looking at all the changes. The “thumbing” took up more than an hour!
I honestly cannot tell you why I take so much delight in a style book, just as I cannot explain why I love to read through dictionary entries.
There is in words, and the way in which they are used, the power to bring me joy.