A little bit of everything

I want to do all 3 prompts briefly, as I feel they’re all important and this is one of our last ones.

----

I am inspired to read A Single Man and Little Children. 

A Single Man struck a cord with me because of the nature of it.  The bleakness of it was very appealing and it’s close examination of humans.  Not just about gender either.
Little Children seemed interesting because of it’s somewhat ironic tone about not necessarily gender but identity.  How we feel we’re supposed to be and the comparisons we create and standards we build simply on aesthetics.

-

I’m a watcher.  Those creepy people that just stare at others type.  I enjoy learning about humans and things they do and reasons if I’m lucky.  I love humans.  The blog, though I grumbled about it at the beginning, was fantastic in that I got to really know all my peers.  I didn’t have to sit in the back of the room like some shady mo-fo to understand all of you.  I just had to sit down and go through your blogs.

I know I’ve been a bit hard on some people at times but it’s really not out of malice or anger of some sort.  I wanted everyone to grow and develop their thoughts better.  Not to say they weren’t fine, but why not be as perfect as possible?  I learned a bit of tolerance as well.  Knowing what was saying too much or too little and how to formulate ideas without coming across as a douche.  I’m not sure if I succeeded in that, but I tried. 

I think all of you are wonderful in your own thoughts and have developed fantastic voices as the semester has progressed.

-

I want to be able to say that I would continue blogging.  I did enjoy it.  Despite my initial turn off it grew on me.  It was the easiest way I had to write brief papers thus far and I didn’t have to stand in front of you to read them.  I didn’t have to open my mouth for every idea that popped in to my head or censor my ideas.  I could just sit down and write.  It’s relieving really, especially seeing I can easily say my physical presence is very sub-par, if not complete shit, as opposed to that of my literary one. 

However, blogging also makes me feel contrite.  Contrite because I always feel as though I’m not only pushing my opinion on others, sometimes their mere presence is too much, but also because it makes me feel inflated and self-indulgent.   This feeling of pretentiousness is what stopped me from blogging a long time ago.  I’m not so smart, clever or good at anything that anyone should take anything I say to heart nor be forced to read it -speaking of which, my apologies for all the ramblings you guys have put up with.  You’ve been good sports-  I’m not so anything that I deserve any sort of attention for my thoughts, no matter how strongly I feel.  There’s never so strong an injustice in my life that I feel I have a right to be heard. 

Perhaps ‘self’ is something I need to re-evaluate before I pick up blogging again.