“You’re funny. I’m not sentimental. You know that,” my friend declared in response to a certain situation.

“Yes, and I’m sorry that I am. But that makes us who we are, for better or for worse. It explains why you are a corporate shark and I’m the editor/writer.”

The above exchange took place over a whatsapp conversation and, as you can see, I was mocked for being a sentimental fool.

I guess it is the curse/blessing (which ever way you want to see it) of us literary sorts. We think a lot. We ponder. We mull. We ruminate. Being emotional and feeling – thinking more with the heart than head – is what allows us to give voice to our thoughts and emotions so that others can better connect with us through our words.

So what if I’m the sentimental fool? So what if some of my actions and decisions lead to heartache or having myself mocked at? While others see it as stupid and foolish, I see it as making myself more human, more feeling and more accessible to others.

So mock me, deride me, and taunt me all you want – I can’t change who I am.