Brought to you by the letter Q

I love words. I am a word person. I love crossword puzzles and cryptograms and word scrambles. I have an almost autistic sense for words. To me, each letter has its own distinct personality. I know, its bizarre. But very true.

I love words that end in "esque." Picturesque, grotesque, burlesque. There is something about the letter Q. It adds panache to any word.

Q is the A-list elite of all the letters. Rarely used, and with its own peculiar set of rules (U must follow!!). It is the girl that the other girls want to be and the boys want to be with. It is special and set apart. It is always surprising. It is worth beaucoup points in scrabble (though not as many as X, which is my least favorite letter).

I want to be Q. I am not.

I am probably a vowel. Special and set apart in their own way, with their own set of rules. But somehow ordinary. Useful. Unsurprising.

I would like to think that I am that most rare of vowels, the Y.

I am probably an O.

But I am definitely NOT a consonant, and that is reassuring.

I am sooooo weird.