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I'm Totally Selling Something
February 08, 2004, 10:48 p.m. I was watching The Hours today, and all the characters were going on about how terrifying life is, how it’s such a struggle just to face it, and live it, and not succumb to the allure of death . . . and I was just, um, yeah – no. That’s just not how it is for me. Maybe, definitely, actually, for others, and yes, the world is horrible and terrible and all that. But not for me. For me, life is joy. Life is pain, highness, yes, the Man in Black is right, but it is also holds the possibility for joy. So much joy. And that makes me wonder – how come I don’t feel the pain? How come I never went through the angsty, hate-my-life/parents/world phase that all teenagers go through? Why am I so normal? And does this mean I’ll never be a misunderstood genius?
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