Been having trouble falling asleep--I think because I've had a weird schedule. Basically since I got back home I can sleep whenev. Ah well. I felt compelled to jot down an insight that just coalesced in my brain.
Regarding blogs. Honest to pete, Mhari, you just read them to live vicariously through other people. Yup. yup I do. My existence is so "normal". Other people have such amazing experiences. I'm also enamored of the talent many people have for writing. I don't feel that I write very well. Passably, I stick with admitting to writing passably. Often I don't write what I want; or click "upload" because I'm worried about "sounding" like a moron. My preoccupation with blogs is to get a voyeuristic view into other peoples lives--not necessarily in a kinktacular way.
It's really the same as my taste for Adventure/Romance and Fantasy/Romance. Albeit I'm a little soft on the Romance part. I like it but it's not the important part. Though I have become more demanding of the heroines--they need to be intelligent. They can be needy because we're all needy in our own way. Gads, we are all SO needy in our own way. I will only suffer a main character's idiocy for a short amount of time. It's probably why I didn't find Anna Karenina a sympathetic character. On the one hand I understood her situation but she was pretty much just pathetic and I cared more for the other characters. I don't know if that was the point of her "existance". I'll have to read up on some commentary.
Anyhoo. I think I'll set the alarms and get to bed.
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