As I sit composing my blog-post on the letter X, I cannot help but pity the poor fellow jostled in such an un-strategic position among heavyweights like W and Y. How many times do we think of this letter X in our daily social exchanges? Come to think of it, the situation of the poor letter X is like that of the diminutive status of the planet Pluto; we hardly consider it as important for our communicative exchanges. Every time X appears it is preceded by some other letter, or if it appears anywhere unaccompanied by other letters in the alphabet, it signifies our wrongs, our mistakes (remember those red crosses on our answer scripts we used to dread; they still freak me out though) and danger (a skeletal head and two grayish long bones forming a letter X). Even in Xmas, the letter X reminds us of the cross of crucifixion that killed Christ the savior.
X can probably be adulated for its symmetry, but I wonder if we can ever elevate its status and reestablish X as a neutral letter that doesn’t bring to mind the erroneous escapades of our career.