I'm very partial to commas.
First, in my opinion, you're not old until there's a comma in your age.
Second, commas have saved my grandmother's life on many occasions.
Oh totally, but I’m ADHD as fuck and think in run-on sentences, it feels like a compromise. In undergrad I had great respect for my copy editors on the paper.
This was largely a joke but there is one ALL TOO REAL instance of it applying negatively:
If you don’t use an Oxford comma in your sentence, I will genuinely have to stop for a second to think if the last two items in the list are just a clarification of the antepenultimate one.
This is breaking my brain because it you have written a sentence that resembles an oxford comma situation but *isn't* one.
Well played?
That first comma is a prime spot for a semicolon, though.
I have the medium dick energy of a man comfortable with semi-colons but not confident enough to casually employ Em dashes—despite knowing that using them more would help that very problem!
There was an altered screenshot of Hades where Meg (I think) was saying “step away from the fucking comma key” and I really wish I’d printed that out and pasted it on my monitor or set it as my desktop wallpaper or something. Now I can’t find it.
Balancing comma usage is one of the worst things. Right next to adjectives, the and said.
What I do is add a comma where it makes sense to take a breath, otherwise it'll look uncomfortable to read.
