I looked up the difference between “fraught” and “wrought” today.
Not because my life demanded it. Not because anyone was waiting breathlessly for clarification.
I just wanted to make sure I knew.
And honestly?
That may be the most “writer who grew up before Google” sentence I’ve ever typed.
The good news is I now know the difference.
The bad news is I don’t think either word has improved a single conversation I’ve ever had.
This is the trap smart people fall into constantly: trying to sound precise instead of trying to be understood.
Yes, I’m smart. And so are you.
Meanwhile, somebody else is out there using considerable skill to shape the future, while someone else is putting themselves in harm’s way for the greater good.
Either one is probably more important than looking up “wrought” or “fraught” in the dictionary.
YES! to knowing words. And also knowing when they matter.