An interesting situation happened a while ago:
There has only been one girl whom I've seriously been interested in in my young life. It was a few years ago. I never pursued anything with her because we were both too young and I didn't want to end up scarring both of us through a broken relationship, so I backed off.
A week after I backed off, she started going out with another guy.
Last month, they got married.
I've been over her for years, so this isn't a whining heart-torn-to-shreds blog post, but it's weird to think that the only girl I've ever been seriously interested in is now a Mrs.
I remember one time when we talked for hours. I started making up a half-humorous, half-almost-cool story. I said I'd write the story out. A few weeks later she was dating another guy.
I wrote over 200 pages of the story. She still doesn't know I did that. It's probably for the better that she doesn't know. I wrote it within a year-ish of when we were interested in each other. Now, the Word documents still sit on my hard drive like an old unloved stuffed animal tossed amongst rags.
I was reminded of the story when they got married.
I'm happy for them. He's a great guy; she's a great girl.
We would never have worked out so it's definitely for the better this happened. I've barely seen or talked to her in nearly 3 years but my Word document still rests untouched and unread by anyone aside from me.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
literature
For the first time... I love literature.
My professor this semester is so intriguing; it is almost impossible not to enjoy it.
Even though I aspire to be an author, I have never liked literature classes, with my ongoing excuse of, "I am never assigned interesting things to read. All the classical literature I have to read is old and boring. I want exciting and gripping."
Although that excuse is semi-valid, my professor of one week helped me realize that although nothing "interesting" may be happening circumstantially in the story, the marks of a true literary genius is the art of weaving masterful prose and gripping the reader through the mundane of everyday life through poetic verse.
He altered my view of "boring literature" forever. I look forward to this class eagerly. I cannot wait to be immersed in the vicarious ups and downs of poetic adventure and masterpiece.
My professor this semester is so intriguing; it is almost impossible not to enjoy it.
Even though I aspire to be an author, I have never liked literature classes, with my ongoing excuse of, "I am never assigned interesting things to read. All the classical literature I have to read is old and boring. I want exciting and gripping."
Although that excuse is semi-valid, my professor of one week helped me realize that although nothing "interesting" may be happening circumstantially in the story, the marks of a true literary genius is the art of weaving masterful prose and gripping the reader through the mundane of everyday life through poetic verse.
He altered my view of "boring literature" forever. I look forward to this class eagerly. I cannot wait to be immersed in the vicarious ups and downs of poetic adventure and masterpiece.
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