Monday, 20 August 2007

urgency

"He is looking for a best friend he can settle down with - the girl he can call late at night and never want to hang up on. When he finally does at 6am, he drives over to pick her up and takes her somewhere for breakfast because he wants to talk to her some more."

Monday, 13 August 2007

unconventional

I wish that I was conventional and had common interests with everyone else. If I were normal, I'd be excited over things like sports, artsy stuff, Harry Potter, reality TV, and the zoo. Instead, I have unusual preferences in everything. Take my embarrassing taste in music, for example. I like songs that I can sing along to; it's just a coincidence that these songs are from artists like Hilary Duff and The Veronicas. Why can't I be cool and be a die-hard fan of Coldplay or some other deep band?

I'm also very uncultured. I feel nothing in museums and art galleries when tricked into visiting them. I am bored to tears, my eyes water up and blind me to the apparently beautiful works of some famous dead person. When I was younger, I pretended to like art so that people would think I was interesting. I also faked a fascination with fantasy novels so that I could share in my friends' excitement whenever the next million-paged book was about to be released. The truth was, I liked my Babysitters' Club books. I read the first three pages of the Harry Potter books in hopes of understanding why my friends acted like adolescent girls at a boy band concert, but to no avail.

After falling asleep during the first Lord of the Rings movie, I had to face reality. I was not a fan of fantasy movies or books. When crawling through a fantasy book, I grasped no knowledge whatsoever about any of the events that had taken place within the magical world of these epics. I got tired of consulting my dictionary after every page, so I stopped. I felt that maybe I had wasted time pretending, trying to inject myself with artificial joy about something that I didn't care about. Eventually, I told people that I wasn't into fantasy chronicles and they accepted me for who I was, once they were done judging me. I was glad to announce to the world, "Harry Potter is boring." I wonder if this is the same relieved and happy sensation that people experience when they quit going to the gym.