Raving

Though often seen together, ranting and raving actually have stark differences. Where one is typically more angst-filled, and fueled by indignation, the other is decidedly more love-filled and fueled by a sometimes unhealthy devotion.

One rants about the state of affairs, injustice, or a shitty day they've had. One raves about the new Pearl Jam album, a loved one, or a job they love.

In actual life, I'm relatively quiet, soft-spoken, and tend to keep to dark corners, because as a rule, everything pisses me off. Most of my "meatspace" (thanks, Bib) friends are screaming "BULLSHIT" right now, but that's because they're allowed in the inner circle.

When someone brings up any one of a few subjects, I become a raver. No, I don't turn in to an ecstasy-chomping, glowstick-twirling, teenaged girl with daddy issues, I turn into a chatterbox. When someone brings up physics, cosmology, mathematics, classical music, martial arts, or those small, rectangular objects called "books," my eyes light up, my ears twitch, and I speak with passion and vigor. Sometimes, to complete strangers.

I may also either rant, or rave about politics, religion, and logic (it depends entirely on to whom I am speaking, and how much I've had to drink).

Though the phrase most common is "ranting and raving," it's quite seldom the two are present simultaneously. Much more frequently, you're either doing one or the other.

I rant about what passes for news.

I rave about The Count of Monte Cristo (the Dumas book, not the Disney movie. I rant about the Disney movie. Seriously, don't get me started).

I'm aware that this particular post probably comes across a bit blase, and seems like filler, but that's because, aside from the definition of raving, it is very much a stepping stone to get to tomorrow's.

Thanks for your time, enjoy your day, and whatever you do, do it well.