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| IV So they're like OH MY GOD
I So they're like COOL BUT YEAH
II So they're like MAN STAR WARS REALLY STARTED SUCKING
V So they're like OH MY GOD
Then you're like - now we can either skip to the end, or watch how he became Darth Vader
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VI Now you've taken them down dark and dangerous paths.
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| I like talking to people about my emotions and stuff. When I can't or don't I feel uncomfortable and sometimes a bit depressed. I guess I use my close friends as therapists, which I hope they're okay with.
This summer began with a lot of hope, lot of promise. I wanted to pick up on loose ends. lost friendships from years past, reconcile past and present, that type of thing. That idea flamed out pretty quickly. They're not that interested. I'm not that interesting.
That's the grand conclusion. This summer is an ending. I thought it was a beginning. I've adjusted my expectations accordingly.
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| Confession: I didn't read a lot of the books assigned to me in high school. I skimmed and skipped my way through, relying -- as others do -- on thin plot summaries and precanned analysis. For shame, for shame, I know.
I found a copy of The Great Gatsby waiting for me on my end table when I got back to Arcadia. Coincidence, Act of God - I don't know. I was bored, it was hot; I started reading. And y'know what? It's actually pretty dang good.
Summer reading has always been a tricky thing for me. I make a list, buy some books but invariably end up with a stack of incompletes and shrugged oh wells. I used to read voraciously as a kid, but that was mostly cause my parents didn't let me watch TV. Damn that was fucking smart of them. I didn't want to do homework, so the natural thing to do was read.
It's not so simple anymore. Too many distractions, shorter attention span -- whatever. My leisure reading has mostly been limited to the precious private hours before sleep, indulging near a bedside lamp with a stack of pillows four-high. At least, it used to be. The past year: living in a dorm with a roommate and TV? Fuggetaboutit.
Point is I should read more literature. Starting with what I missed in high school, moving on to other stuff. Suggestions?
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| Unrelated incidents. A friend of a friend killed himself. An acquaintance from high school is extremely pregnant.
I heard this from someone a long time ago: you don't begin to realize your own mortality until someone you grew up with dies.
What of the opposite? When someone you grew up with is expecting a child of their own. The same, but of a different root.
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| Recent things -- little things -- have forced me to evaluate the type of person I am.
I'm very opinionated, on the verge of being dogmatic. I strongly assert myself, and if I feel like you're wrong I'll make sure to let you know [if you're worth it]. Most people aren't. Thanks, Debate.
I have a very sharp perception of morality. Not necessarily good and evil, but right and wrong. I hate tyranny, believe in the rule of law, and will always champion for the little guy. Perceived Knowledge as a weapon is inexcusable to me. I hate when people talk down to others. KC calls this my inner-paladin. I think I owe it to my parents.
I hold grudges. It takes a lot to get me angry, but I don't easily forgive or forget someone who I think has wronged me or others. Little things reveal the bigger things, etc. My "Good People" measure, I guess.
I guess each of those things I listed could be perceived as flaws. Overall though, I like the person I am. Huh. Go figure.
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