Journal Entries, Angst, And Teenagers
Jun. 24th, 2006 12:12 amI was just reading some of my old journal entries, way back from my Diaryland diary (Click the title link, and then I recommend "Older Entries" and starting at the bottom, if thou wilst :-P).
( Journal Entries and the Joys of Teenage Angst-- And, Yes, I Am Being Completely Serious )
Maybe this is why I like Romeo and Juliet so much? It's certainly not a *deep* play. It's a play of passion and human nature-- which I think you can derive the most depth out of, actually, perhaps even more so than something political and pondered over. Take it from someone quite unfamiliar to the subjection to the throes of passion, who, though immensely passionate, has somehow (well, almost) always managed to rationalize herself out of the most irrational passions there are known to man's existence: anger, physical attraction, and love (sad, but true).
(Heh, I can put a stopper on love but I can't get over the brief injustices I face upon daily life . . . I am really seriously turning into my Andy character, lol . . . I'll be dead by the time college graduation hits O.o . . . )
I wonder what would happen if I stopped analyzing became spontaneous. I tasted the slight, brief fruits of it last year-- but not nearly enough. Yet I'm quite fairly positive if I stopped willing it all into perfect place, it would really fall apart-- but, then, for some reason, would it turn out even better than before? Am I willing to risk it?
(I really have become a hypocrite when it's come down to "never writing cryptic entries," lol . . . )
I think I'm really bored that I feel more connection to my 16-year-old journal entries than I do pictures from college. I'm losing college. Ack; come back!
( Journal Entries and the Joys of Teenage Angst-- And, Yes, I Am Being Completely Serious )
Maybe this is why I like Romeo and Juliet so much? It's certainly not a *deep* play. It's a play of passion and human nature-- which I think you can derive the most depth out of, actually, perhaps even more so than something political and pondered over. Take it from someone quite unfamiliar to the subjection to the throes of passion, who, though immensely passionate, has somehow (well, almost) always managed to rationalize herself out of the most irrational passions there are known to man's existence: anger, physical attraction, and love (sad, but true).
(Heh, I can put a stopper on love but I can't get over the brief injustices I face upon daily life . . . I am really seriously turning into my Andy character, lol . . . I'll be dead by the time college graduation hits O.o . . . )
I wonder what would happen if I stopped analyzing became spontaneous. I tasted the slight, brief fruits of it last year-- but not nearly enough. Yet I'm quite fairly positive if I stopped willing it all into perfect place, it would really fall apart-- but, then, for some reason, would it turn out even better than before? Am I willing to risk it?
(I really have become a hypocrite when it's come down to "never writing cryptic entries," lol . . . )
I think I'm really bored that I feel more connection to my 16-year-old journal entries than I do pictures from college. I'm losing college. Ack; come back!