Parodying James Joyce cannot be a good idea for a blogpost I know because the point of a blogpost is to communicate with you my reader but the impulse behind this post is a strong urge to be driven by my stream of consciousness, boarding one sailboat after another, guided by the winds, changing direction with every turn of whimsy, words and phrases with personal significance meaningful to me and me alone, stopping every now and then to throw in a punctuation because this is after all a blogpost for, you know, you to read. Making sense is another issue altogether, yeah well, tough luck, cry me a river. No sorry come back, I'll be good, I promise. At least I want to be. Being it is another matter altogether...uh here we go again...oh well.
It's been bothering me for some time, this need that people feel to put you in a pigeon hole so that they can make sense of you. I'm usually comfortable in constricted spaces, I have practice, but it's the idea, the idea that makes me get put off. It's a real downer really, at times. It is. I should mind it more, I think, but I only mind it this much. I don't feel the need to prove every act of someone else's estimation of me wrong, why should I? I don't need a personal validation of my individuality by proving everybody wrong about me all the time.. It's alright. Alright. Alright, it's all right. I'm the hero of my story... and all that. I generalize too, no reason why everybody else wouldn't. But when I do, I know what a foolish thing it is to do. Most people I meet don't. And then there are the ones who I hope could see beyond the generalizations, beyond the ugly habits of my trade. Sometimes I smile a lot to overcompensate for the disappointment. the bitter taste in my mouth. I smiled a lot on the almost lifeless station platform that day.
It's been bothering me for some time, this need that people feel to put you in a pigeon hole so that they can make sense of you. I'm usually comfortable in constricted spaces, I have practice, but it's the idea, the idea that makes me get put off. It's a real downer really, at times. It is. I should mind it more, I think, but I only mind it this much. I don't feel the need to prove every act of someone else's estimation of me wrong, why should I? I don't need a personal validation of my individuality by proving everybody wrong about me all the time.. It's alright. Alright. Alright, it's all right. I'm the hero of my story... and all that. I generalize too, no reason why everybody else wouldn't. But when I do, I know what a foolish thing it is to do. Most people I meet don't. And then there are the ones who I hope could see beyond the generalizations, beyond the ugly habits of my trade. Sometimes I smile a lot to overcompensate for the disappointment. the bitter taste in my mouth. I smiled a lot on the almost lifeless station platform that day.
6 comments:
Reading the first few lines, I thought it would require more than one reading to get the true import of your post. But, luckily, and courtesy your succinct style of writing, a second read was warranted, not for understanding the content but for appreciating it.
A key question that I feel is relevant is: What are the efforts that you put to make people see you 'beyond the ugly habits of my trade'? Is it so that you have created an aura around you that prohibits people from approaching you with a free, un-biased mind?
On a little diverted note, being from a non-Literature background, I was pleasantly surprised to discover James Joyce and 'Apologize Apologize'!!
Thanks for your appreciation.
Don't fret, this is mostly fictitious. :)
Portrait of an Artist is a favorite of mine.
If asked to introduce some classics of English Literature, which would be the ones that you would recommend..
That's a hard one. Don't know if I can do a good job of that. If I could make a list it would definitely have Pride and Prejudice on it. It's easily misread, still. And Hamlet. All of Shakespeare's plays actually...King Lear, Midsummer Night's Dream. Coleridge's poetry, specifically The Ancient Mariner. Prometheus Unbound. Keats's poems. David Copperfield. Picture of Dorian Gray. Midnight's Children. The Golden Gate... I give up!
Hey, I appreciate! You covered quite a spectrum!! Did you had a formal education in English?
Yeah. :)
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