It’s hard to be specific when I’m thinking of ways to describe you. Are you handsome, or are you ugly? Are you intelligent or lacking? Everything is fuzzy when I try to put my feelings into words. The only thing that comes to the surface is love.
As metiuclus and precise as something can be. The head of a pin. Which reminds me of winning the lottery. You’re would have to have your pick be VERY specific to win that. Like two pins, shot out of opposing rifles aimed at one another, colliding, pin point to pin point, in mid-air, then falling to the ground. That’s what I think of when I think of pin point specific accuracy. Razor’s edge sharpness. Microscopic. Nano-length level. And beyond. Down to that level of precision. The length to which the most sophisticated luxury automoible would dare not venture, but prehaps if it was the most expensive car on the planet, a lambourghini delux edition, it would make it to that level. Every curve, every control, highlighted to the max in a sexy and sleak car commercial traveling the contours.
Specificity is important. Even in the simplest of things. I learned that the hard way. I asked people to leave me alone. And they do. Always. Even when I need them the most -especially when I need them the most. I’m totally and utterly, completely alone.
there are certain ways of doing things that are importaant yet god they cause anxiety and pressure and order in the very things of which i prefer to be disorderly there are times when it is approproate and there are times when it is not relevence is a relative concept and those who stick with it end up being the winners sometimes i talk to god in my head but there is never an answer what a boring guy to have a conversation with why hiurry up time isnt important to me when i have nothing spefically to move forward to depression is the kicker goalllllll and i played when i was young that was embarassing i have no talent noo talent spongebob squreapants has been proven to lower iq levels in humans humanoids my teacher said he thought he was funny whose on second base i never wanted to lose that game i just thought of the game mitchell davis in the story baord winnie the poo my sister likes that my sister hates me openly ill have the open klate no idiot that says open late not even the cruise was enough to make me happy nothing ever is what is nothing could it also be everythng manm sixty seconds is longer thani thought.
It’s difficult for me to freewrite like this because I feel pressure to choose the specific word, just the right word, and to have a specific plan or story. Specific is my problem.
I don’t think there’s a specific thing that I love about you because I’m crazy about it all. I don’t know who I’m writing about anymore. I just hope we find each other soon. I want to fall in love. is it even possible anymore?
quit talking around the bush and say what you mean its time to be specific think about what you mean to say think about what you feel how you feel it and say it. take the time that you need and be specific. specific.
There are only a few things that make me motivated. Those things are; doing homework in the laundry room, cleaning, and sometimes talking with a long time friend. It’s specific in the order it has to happen and it makes me feel OCD, but I love how everything seems to work out for me anyways.
Be specific. Narrow in on one possibility. But is there really ever just one possibility? One answer? They say we all end in the same place, we all have one life… its all about how you live it. And there are so so so many more possibilities than one. One in a million. And one specific instant could lead to the rest of your life… that one in a million, specific incident leads to a specific interaction with that specific person, who would have been a random person. And they end up sharing a specific love. Happily ever after?
Specific. It’s all with the details. A specific time, a specific place, a specific person. All in the details it is, but imagine if the details were gone. No need for specific.
There is a specific tone your voice makes when you are mad. Unlike most, it gets low and deep. Scary, like a bear being awaken by a squirrel during the winter. I hate when you get mad, it makes me feel ashamed. I can feel the disappointment in you tone. Not only do I hate when you are made, but I hate when you are disappointed in me.
“Be specifc,” I wanted to scream at her. She was meant to be a project manager but she was such a rambler a waffler. A vaguerist. How could she manage anything??
To be specific one must first narrow down all the things bogging down their mind into one solid idea. Then narrow down that idea into a phrase or two, then down to one, single, word.
Be SPECIFIC.
I hate it when you ask somebody how they are and they say “I’m Good”
If they say “Ehh” somethings bothering them, but not anything too serious
If they say “I’m Great how are you!” they’re happy
I feel like if they say “I’m Good” somethings wrong.
be specific. it’s hard to specify. how can you be specific if you don’t know what your are talking about in the first place? really, it’s impossible to be truly specific. generalizations go on infinitely and are much easier to converse with, in my opinion.
At times, I find, that specificity plagues me more than sadness. It seems worse to me, to be miserable for no specific reason than to just be miserable. Its the gnawing feeling of not being able to put your finger on what ales you that’s the worst. You spend your time combing through the daily events of your life to find, that its nothing specific thats eating away at you.. it’s just life and you’re exhausted.
Specific means accurate, means pinpointing. It can mean many different things. When you are asked about something many people will tell you to be specific. In which case you should or else things wouldn’t be found.
Another thing that drives me nuts is he’s always so vague, so general. Yes, the sky is usually blue and can sometimes be black or pink or gray, but what color is it NOW? And I really don’t care about the monarchical history of Denmark. I just want the friggin’ current leader’s name!
It’s days like these that I find myself wondering about the meagre details because it’s days like these that I realize I am one. If there is a grand scheme, my role is small; the words may flow and make me feel as though I have something different, but somehow I am still the same as everything before, and current, and after.
At this point, there can be no specific – how could there with so many generalizations to be made, so many stereotypes to fill, so much history to be repeated?
The look on her face showed that nothing around her made sense. I was staring into her eyes, trying to understand the gibberish that was coming out of her mouth, as unspecific as it was. She was losing her mind and there was absolutely nothing that could be done.
she’d never had any specific interest in getting flowers from a loved one. that is, she’d never gotten any, and she never had any cravings for a specific flower, and she’d never seen the meaning of flowers as a show of feelings. but after seeing the plethora of them – and so many roses; aren’t those supposed to be the flowers of love and vitality? – fluttered over his grave, nearly hiding her fiance’s jutting gravestone from view, she couldn’t help but have specific feelings. specific, hateful, cold, pained feelings that could only associate life with death, could only know that each petal, vibrant and wild, would inevitably fade and wither.
specific keeps showing up and i’m getting upset. i would like a different word please? this website is kind of cool but i don’t really feel like writing any more about specificity, thank you very much.
being specific is important when reading directions on how to cook. read carefully when cooking, say, brownies. because you dont want to cook them with CANOLA oil instead of VEGETABLE oil. trust me. it’s nasty. i’ve tasted the product of a similar mistake. ew.
I have to be specific to make you understand. Understanding is what is necessary for us to get along, or what is the point of trying? I also hope that when I am specific with you that you will begin to see that I am correct. Please try to see it my way, as I’ve had a hard time coming to terms any other way.
SPECIFIC:we have set forth that ‘ i am ‘.we have set forth the perimeters for our search.but as of yet,we have not distinguished the first part of our equation:what are our souls?what makes us,’us’?
Running down the street (specifically, sprinting along a pothole-riddled avenue), the girl (Mary) fell (tripped to the ground (dirty pavement). Isn’t specificity amazing (specifically, spectacularly efficient in creating sensory imagery as an essential tool in any writer’s arsenal)?
I love specific things. I have this one specific pair of gold aviators I am in love with. They go perfectly with my specific good day. The sun is shining, no clouds, the breeze is only slightly there, with the temperature absolutely perfect. The sun is tanning your skin perfectly. That’s the specific perfect day. You need to wear specific clothes on that day
being specific is hard when you have such a short amount of time to write. I can be as specific as i want about a lot of things, Some times I find a subject that i know nothing about, this is one of those times. What am I supposed to be writing for this subject? Be Specific you say, well.. thats harder than you make it seem at first. Maybe i’ll do better on my next one.
“I want it all.” “Sorry, could you be a bit more specific. What all do you want?” No one understands that there is not specificity to ‘all’. I want everything, anything you can offer to me. Can I be more specific? No, no I cannot. Just give me what you have.
Be specific, she snaps. And I laugh, because specific? How much more specific can “various candies (lollipops, chocolate bars,etc.) for candy cart.” be? I mean, every body will know what I’m talking about it’s Willy Wonka! Not that hard. But she’s stupid, I guess, or whatever. Whatevvsss.
Lawls.
Tween moment.
You tell me you care about me. You tell me you want me in your life. Can you be a little more specific? Can you please tell me what you mean? I am sitting here in love with you and you tell me that you care for me… Do you love me too? Or am I alone, just as I was before? Please be more specific.
Why specific? Who defines what is specific and what it almost-sort-of-general-needs-a-few-more-details? If I was to talk about the mahogany desk in the corner, would that be specific enough? Or would you want the oval, slightly scratched mahogany desk with uneven legs and a slight musky smell in the corner closest to the window?
there’s that glint in your eye that i love, the soft way you look at me and smile, the way you part your hair to the side because you know i like it that way. the tilt of your head, the curve of your lips, the way you hide in your hand when you’re smiling and going pink. the world is in crumbles around me, soft, delicate crumbles that frame you and only you and that is all that matters to me because frankly, i love you, and i could not love one thing any more than i do you.
specifically what? i am trying not to think, just write. but the void. it is there. it is consistent. and it is specific to me. the time frame intimidates me. because words are misspelled, grammar is poorly used, and phil is approaching. what does this mean? where does this go? i am the king, they say. way to go, they say, the void, it is so specific to me. is this just today?
It’s easy to be vague, but being specific is more difficult. Specific requires a certain kind of knowledge or a deep understanding of a given topic. Anyone can vaguely allude to main points, but to be specific one must truly understand.
I like for people to be specific, as a rule. Be it with driving directions, to-do lists, most any instructions, it’s often hard to understand something that is too vague. When callers at my job aren’t specific about what they want, that creates problems, too.
It’s hard to be specific when I’m thinking of ways to describe you. Are you handsome, or are you ugly? Are you intelligent or lacking? Everything is fuzzy when I try to put my feelings into words. The only thing that comes to the surface is love.
As metiuclus and precise as something can be. The head of a pin. Which reminds me of winning the lottery. You’re would have to have your pick be VERY specific to win that. Like two pins, shot out of opposing rifles aimed at one another, colliding, pin point to pin point, in mid-air, then falling to the ground. That’s what I think of when I think of pin point specific accuracy. Razor’s edge sharpness. Microscopic. Nano-length level. And beyond. Down to that level of precision. The length to which the most sophisticated luxury automoible would dare not venture, but prehaps if it was the most expensive car on the planet, a lambourghini delux edition, it would make it to that level. Every curve, every control, highlighted to the max in a sexy and sleak car commercial traveling the contours.
Specificity is important. Even in the simplest of things. I learned that the hard way. I asked people to leave me alone. And they do. Always. Even when I need them the most -especially when I need them the most. I’m totally and utterly, completely alone.
there are certain ways of doing things that are importaant yet god they cause anxiety and pressure and order in the very things of which i prefer to be disorderly there are times when it is approproate and there are times when it is not relevence is a relative concept and those who stick with it end up being the winners sometimes i talk to god in my head but there is never an answer what a boring guy to have a conversation with why hiurry up time isnt important to me when i have nothing spefically to move forward to depression is the kicker goalllllll and i played when i was young that was embarassing i have no talent noo talent spongebob squreapants has been proven to lower iq levels in humans humanoids my teacher said he thought he was funny whose on second base i never wanted to lose that game i just thought of the game mitchell davis in the story baord winnie the poo my sister likes that my sister hates me openly ill have the open klate no idiot that says open late not even the cruise was enough to make me happy nothing ever is what is nothing could it also be everythng manm sixty seconds is longer thani thought.
It’s difficult for me to freewrite like this because I feel pressure to choose the specific word, just the right word, and to have a specific plan or story. Specific is my problem.
I don’t think there’s a specific thing that I love about you because I’m crazy about it all. I don’t know who I’m writing about anymore. I just hope we find each other soon. I want to fall in love. is it even possible anymore?
quit talking around the bush and say what you mean its time to be specific think about what you mean to say think about what you feel how you feel it and say it. take the time that you need and be specific. specific.
There are only a few things that make me motivated. Those things are; doing homework in the laundry room, cleaning, and sometimes talking with a long time friend. It’s specific in the order it has to happen and it makes me feel OCD, but I love how everything seems to work out for me anyways.
Be specific. Narrow in on one possibility. But is there really ever just one possibility? One answer? They say we all end in the same place, we all have one life… its all about how you live it. And there are so so so many more possibilities than one. One in a million. And one specific instant could lead to the rest of your life… that one in a million, specific incident leads to a specific interaction with that specific person, who would have been a random person. And they end up sharing a specific love. Happily ever after?
Specific. It’s all with the details. A specific time, a specific place, a specific person. All in the details it is, but imagine if the details were gone. No need for specific.
There is a specific tone your voice makes when you are mad. Unlike most, it gets low and deep. Scary, like a bear being awaken by a squirrel during the winter. I hate when you get mad, it makes me feel ashamed. I can feel the disappointment in you tone. Not only do I hate when you are made, but I hate when you are disappointed in me.
One thing, only one thing. One part, one piece. Like a laser pointed at the focal point. Specific. One thought. The Impotance.
Specific… Well the thing that makes HIM specific is the lack of face… LEAVE ME ALONE. GET OUT OF MY LIFE. YOU HORRID MONSTER!
“Be specifc,” I wanted to scream at her. She was meant to be a project manager but she was such a rambler a waffler. A vaguerist. How could she manage anything??
To be specific one must first narrow down all the things bogging down their mind into one solid idea. Then narrow down that idea into a phrase or two, then down to one, single, word.
Be SPECIFIC.
I hate it when you ask somebody how they are and they say “I’m Good”
If they say “Ehh” somethings bothering them, but not anything too serious
If they say “I’m Great how are you!” they’re happy
I feel like if they say “I’m Good” somethings wrong.
be specific. it’s hard to specify. how can you be specific if you don’t know what your are talking about in the first place? really, it’s impossible to be truly specific. generalizations go on infinitely and are much easier to converse with, in my opinion.
Trying to narrow down my thoughts into one idea,
one thought,
one phrase,
one word.
At times, I find, that specificity plagues me more than sadness. It seems worse to me, to be miserable for no specific reason than to just be miserable. Its the gnawing feeling of not being able to put your finger on what ales you that’s the worst. You spend your time combing through the daily events of your life to find, that its nothing specific thats eating away at you.. it’s just life and you’re exhausted.
Specific means accurate, means pinpointing. It can mean many different things. When you are asked about something many people will tell you to be specific. In which case you should or else things wouldn’t be found.
Another thing that drives me nuts is he’s always so vague, so general. Yes, the sky is usually blue and can sometimes be black or pink or gray, but what color is it NOW? And I really don’t care about the monarchical history of Denmark. I just want the friggin’ current leader’s name!
It’s days like these that I find myself wondering about the meagre details because it’s days like these that I realize I am one. If there is a grand scheme, my role is small; the words may flow and make me feel as though I have something different, but somehow I am still the same as everything before, and current, and after.
At this point, there can be no specific – how could there with so many generalizations to be made, so many stereotypes to fill, so much history to be repeated?
The look on her face showed that nothing around her made sense. I was staring into her eyes, trying to understand the gibberish that was coming out of her mouth, as unspecific as it was. She was losing her mind and there was absolutely nothing that could be done.
she’d never had any specific interest in getting flowers from a loved one. that is, she’d never gotten any, and she never had any cravings for a specific flower, and she’d never seen the meaning of flowers as a show of feelings. but after seeing the plethora of them – and so many roses; aren’t those supposed to be the flowers of love and vitality? – fluttered over his grave, nearly hiding her fiance’s jutting gravestone from view, she couldn’t help but have specific feelings. specific, hateful, cold, pained feelings that could only associate life with death, could only know that each petal, vibrant and wild, would inevitably fade and wither.
specific keeps showing up and i’m getting upset. i would like a different word please? this website is kind of cool but i don’t really feel like writing any more about specificity, thank you very much.
being specific is important when reading directions on how to cook. read carefully when cooking, say, brownies. because you dont want to cook them with CANOLA oil instead of VEGETABLE oil. trust me. it’s nasty. i’ve tasted the product of a similar mistake. ew.
I have to be specific to make you understand. Understanding is what is necessary for us to get along, or what is the point of trying? I also hope that when I am specific with you that you will begin to see that I am correct. Please try to see it my way, as I’ve had a hard time coming to terms any other way.
SPECIFIC:we have set forth that ‘ i am ‘.we have set forth the perimeters for our search.but as of yet,we have not distinguished the first part of our equation:what are our souls?what makes us,’us’?
Running down the street (specifically, sprinting along a pothole-riddled avenue), the girl (Mary) fell (tripped to the ground (dirty pavement). Isn’t specificity amazing (specifically, spectacularly efficient in creating sensory imagery as an essential tool in any writer’s arsenal)?
Language without thought leads to vague expressive conclusions, at least for the purpose of explaining your idea to others.
I love specific things. I have this one specific pair of gold aviators I am in love with. They go perfectly with my specific good day. The sun is shining, no clouds, the breeze is only slightly there, with the temperature absolutely perfect. The sun is tanning your skin perfectly. That’s the specific perfect day. You need to wear specific clothes on that day
being specific is hard when you have such a short amount of time to write. I can be as specific as i want about a lot of things, Some times I find a subject that i know nothing about, this is one of those times. What am I supposed to be writing for this subject? Be Specific you say, well.. thats harder than you make it seem at first. Maybe i’ll do better on my next one.
“I want it all.” “Sorry, could you be a bit more specific. What all do you want?” No one understands that there is not specificity to ‘all’. I want everything, anything you can offer to me. Can I be more specific? No, no I cannot. Just give me what you have.
Be specific, she snaps. And I laugh, because specific? How much more specific can “various candies (lollipops, chocolate bars,etc.) for candy cart.” be? I mean, every body will know what I’m talking about it’s Willy Wonka! Not that hard. But she’s stupid, I guess, or whatever. Whatevvsss.
Lawls.
Tween moment.
You tell me you care about me. You tell me you want me in your life. Can you be a little more specific? Can you please tell me what you mean? I am sitting here in love with you and you tell me that you care for me… Do you love me too? Or am I alone, just as I was before? Please be more specific.
Why specific? Who defines what is specific and what it almost-sort-of-general-needs-a-few-more-details? If I was to talk about the mahogany desk in the corner, would that be specific enough? Or would you want the oval, slightly scratched mahogany desk with uneven legs and a slight musky smell in the corner closest to the window?
there’s that glint in your eye that i love, the soft way you look at me and smile, the way you part your hair to the side because you know i like it that way. the tilt of your head, the curve of your lips, the way you hide in your hand when you’re smiling and going pink. the world is in crumbles around me, soft, delicate crumbles that frame you and only you and that is all that matters to me because frankly, i love you, and i could not love one thing any more than i do you.
specifically what? i am trying not to think, just write. but the void. it is there. it is consistent. and it is specific to me. the time frame intimidates me. because words are misspelled, grammar is poorly used, and phil is approaching. what does this mean? where does this go? i am the king, they say. way to go, they say, the void, it is so specific to me. is this just today?
It’s easy to be vague, but being specific is more difficult. Specific requires a certain kind of knowledge or a deep understanding of a given topic. Anyone can vaguely allude to main points, but to be specific one must truly understand.
I like for people to be specific, as a rule. Be it with driving directions, to-do lists, most any instructions, it’s often hard to understand something that is too vague. When callers at my job aren’t specific about what they want, that creates problems, too.