If I loved debate, I would've become a lawyer. That's why I'm an English major.

"Debater" is not an apt word for my personality. Try words like "dreamer", "contemplator", or "supporter." There are ideas swimming in the deep sea that is my cognitive mind, yet effort often struggles to fish them out. Even upon a successful catch, the creatures themselves may be thrown back at a moment's notice if you show me something you caught that was better. I cheer for the victories of your thoughts, when your trip to the serene pool of contemplation results in a revelation of beauty. You'll find me sitting by that pool long after you're gone, with my toes in the water, letting your discoveries melt into my reflections on the sometimes rippling, unsettled surface.

My debater friends, rowing across that unstable sea, point with sure fingers, to the sky, the water, and everything in it that they know. I appreciate, admire their certainty.

It pleases me to linger, even if their explanations should have sufficed, even if the fish aren't biting my bait. Maybe for me, you convince me, often enough. Maybe for me, it's better to contemplate than to rise, decide, and be off. Wet toes and sand, sunsets and soft breezes. It's the experience, rather than the outcome, that gives me delight, watching the waves and wondering.