My tyrannical attentions are placed squarely upon the written word and the proper implementation of the aforementioned word’s rules.
I admit I’m not perfect, though I do think of myself of a perfectionist.
This may be the dichotomy that has kept the pharmaceuticals on my kitchen counter refilled. And just like that, I’ve diagnosed my mental instability!
I like to think of it as a gift rather than a curse. Others may think of my tyrannical behavior as bullying, uppity, snotty, or just plain annoying. But what others don’t know is that I encourage those thoughts directed about me. It only makes me stronger in my convictions and beliefs that what I’m doing is right.
Grammar deserves my tyranny. Grammar is beautiful. Grammar is our friend. Grammar is here for us when we most need it. Grammar exudes positivity and love and light.
Proper grammar usage of the written word is omnipotent.
Your point will be better received when you write it within the rules of English. You will appear to be more knowledgeable, more intelligent. Your reader will be unfazed by missing blatant errors, leaving only your story or your argument if he or she can’t debase your opinion with elementary judgements of your intelligence.
Or maybe I’m just an asshole who judges people based on their lack of editing skills.
But I will say that I’m damn good at what I do. I’m making that whole judging-other’s-grammar thing into a service for which I can make the world a better place.
I’m a whore for grammar.
I think of it as using my evil powers for good.
Now it’s your turn. Please correct any grammar errors I’ve left behind. It gets me hot.