...The recluse being me.
Sometimes life will beat the shit out of you with a bat until you no longer get up.
I have failed my driver's test three times. Life got me good. But somehow I keep getting up. I have a new appointment in june, and it looks like I'm actually going to try it one more time. I told myself every time I would never put myself through it again, so apparently my word doesn't mean shit. Or maybe I'm stronger than I think.
I told my therapist I don't think I enjoy doing anything, which isn't really true at all. She just asks a lot of difficult questions, and after a while I can't think of anything. When I came home I remembered I'd just ordered something online I'm really excited about. Yes, I enjoy online shopping. The feeling of anticipation as I track where the package is, is dangerously addicting. Hopefully I'm able to actually save some money as well, and not just blow it all on things I didn't know I needed in my life until I saw it online.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
A lot of the time I find it hard to really get into books everyone recommends. The books that "completely changed how I see things". One aspect of it is definitely that the expectations are too high. Such is the story of all amazing things, whether it is a book, a band, a movie, a store or a place. If it turns out to be good, it's usually still the same good you are used to, not that new feeling you wanted, of something better than good.
Another part that is very important to me, is privacy. When I read a book, listen to song, or go somewhere, I want to feel that I am the only one reading that book, listening to that song, or discovering that place. How can a song be personal for me if it's personal for other people too? It would be like finding out your lover is not yours alone.
Still, there are some exceptions. When I read White Teeth by Zadie Smith, I knew it was very popular. Perhaps it helped that I had picked up another book of hers in the library before, a book called On Beauty. It was not as popular, but I felt her writing as very personal. It has made me admire her immensely.
I recently finished reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. It is a wildly popular book, with even the American President sending a letter to mr. Martel, complimenting his work. If the recommendations didn't build expectations, the Author's Note(which I later found to be deceiving) certainly does the trick. It is made to sound like a true story, told to him by chance while trying to write a book in India. He supposedly meets a man who has a story that "will make you believe in God"(is that a challenge?). The book is that story. How very strange. I still do not understand why his book is set up this way. I had some problems with the ending, too, but that is another story. Now that I have finished this book, I can say that it did not change my religious views in any way, and it probably won't be one of my favorite books.