I hate handwriting. Always have. It was the one thing I had trouble with in school - apart from social interaction, I suppose. I had no problems reading - I taught myself to read when I was ~5 years old, out of sheer boredom - and no shortage of creativity, memory or manual dexterity, so in my personal experience ability to write doesn't seem to correlate with those other traits. The fact, that I found learning easy, just by listening in class and reading books, definitely contributed to me never developing any sort of discipline when it came to hand-writing, as I had little need for making notes, therefore writing things down seemed like a pointless chore. And I was good enough a student for the majority of my teachers to put up with my horrid handwriting (unfortunately I didn't have access to a computer, or a word processor until I was an adult).
I just don't seem to have the patience for it. No matter how intent I am on writing clearly I quickly get frustrated by my hand's inability to keep up with my train of thoughts, which causes my writing to become more and more erratic and indecipherable, as I try to speed up the process, within few paragraphs essentially turning into angry, caricatural - practically sarcastic - squiggles, with no hope of ever being read by anyone, even myself. Which - of course - makes the activity the futile, pointless chore I always considered it to be.
I'd say typing is the best invention since sliced bread, but f*ck that - I can slice bread just fine, thank you very much. Whereas being able to write quickly and clearly with almost no effort, as well as to read other people's works and messages encoded in the same unified fashion - that's a huge improvement in human communication, however you look at it.
I just don't seem to have the patience for it. No matter how intent I am on writing clearly I quickly get frustrated by my hand's inability to keep up with my train of thoughts, which causes my writing to become more and more erratic and indecipherable, as I try to speed up the process, within few paragraphs essentially turning into angry, caricatural - practically sarcastic - squiggles, with no hope of ever being read by anyone, even myself. Which - of course - makes the activity the futile, pointless chore I always considered it to be.
I'd say typing is the best invention since sliced bread, but f*ck that - I can slice bread just fine, thank you very much. Whereas being able to write quickly and clearly with almost no effort, as well as to read other people's works and messages encoded in the same unified fashion - that's a huge improvement in human communication, however you look at it.
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." - George Bernard Shaw