Thursday, November 18, 2010
Humans are affectable beings.
Humans are affectable beings.For anyone who thinks that they are an island and stand alone, here's news. You're arn't and can't stand alone (even being unsociable and unaffected by everything is an effect of something else).
It's a dreary night. And I am laughing at myself as I type this right now.
dreary - dull, boring, sadness, gloom
laughter - from sources opposite of the above
I am laughing at myself for being so silly. First you might like to find out how I am contradicting myself here. I happen to be in a situation. I have to read dark, dark, dark, dark, dark dark books. These books don't help my mood, they only seem to frustrate me.
"Why is this guy so indecisive?! Can he get a life?! Just kill yourself! You're so uncool, have you never heard of facebook?!"
Well yes, Gordon Comstock in Orwell's Keep the Aspidistra Flying has indeed NEVER heard of facebook. Died before it was invented. And I'm reading The Trail by Franz Kafka now; I like Josef K., I just don't like how the story goes nowhere. WHAT IS HIS CRIME???!!!!!
Yes it's no use getting frustrated because, they are just books. Which is why I'm laughing at myself. I know I'll be done with it in no time (couple of days?), and then I'll look back and scoff at myself. What is the big deal when it'll be over and you'll move on to another book. Oh there is a big deal. The AGONY of reading.
Reading fiction in reality is quite strange. I feel feelings in reality, from fiction. I want to read only happy books, but they all went home and all the sad, angry books got left behind.
If The Trail was meant to frustrate and anger, and put murderous intent in people's minds, then thank you Kafka. I'm thinking how silly this will all sound when I'm done with the book. It's like my future self has come alongside my present self to do some scoffing in advance. Thanks a lot future self. Now go away.
Mr Darcy: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
11:12 PM.
11:12 PM.