I hope you all had a good Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It truly is my favorite holiday that isn't related to a holiday, or a catastrophic event. He is one of those individuals who truly deserves to be celebrated. I also write this because he is one of my favorite writers. I think people who find his pieces "boring" are ignorant on a level that I cannot tolerate, and I find that sad. They are long writings usually, but I guess it takes a type of person to really absorb and digest those words and metaphors and loaded words for what they really are. How much he packs into those words- "as many as there are"- always blows my mind. I could sit here and quote him for hours, but I'm still a bit steamed at almost my entire AP English class for lacking an appreciation for him- just don't get me started on it. Hmph.
I also just started reading The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury (hinthintreadit), an anthology of science-fiction short stories. I usually detest sci-fi, but somehow Bradbury blends it to a tasteful level that is actually really enjoyable (or maybe it's that they are short stories). My favorite one so far is called Kaleidoscope (the second story). It's about a rocket exploding, and the crew is shooting apart from each other at hundreds of miles per hour, and all they can do is wait to die. It brings up several interesting philosophies and ways of living life. Then again, I also read it at eleven pm last night, and everything seems more amazing and interesting in the late hours of the night.
"There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision."
As an update to my last post, I can't go through with my decision- I can't be happy and still get what I want out of school (which are the expectations set upon me by my loving parents). So, even though there will be a small portion of my heart heavy and saddened, it is better in comparison to the whole miserable heart I would have if I tried to do it all. I am not perfect- far from it.
One thing I'd like to pose a thought about, though, is why boys are so darn attractive through their