I haven’t felt like posting lately, but I keep coming back because I’m taking the next year off from school and I need to continue writing. I posted an essay on an O’Connor short story earlier this month. You see, I really enjoy writing but sometimes I get lost in the “worldsuckiness” as John Green puts it and I “forget to be awesome”. I really don’t mean to do that, it’s just that as I get older I seem to lose track of my dreams and I don’t want to lose track of them. I also think that as I gained followers here on WordPress I began to need some sort of acceptance from you for my writing. But I forget that this blog is actually a platform of freedom in which I share what I want to share without limitations. And I also realize that if you are following this blog it is because you like the content, so I know you are probably thinking that there’s really nothing I should worry about and I’m going to stop worrying.
I’ve been reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. This book takes place in the roaring twenties and simply is about a man, Jay Gatsby who is trying to regain the woman he fell in love with when he was young. He does this by establishing wealth and by trying to impress and accommodate his lover, Daisy. It’s much more intricate than this, and I won’t go into details because this is just a blog post and not a book review. Anyway, I am really enjoying this book. It has the perfect chapter and page length. What impresses me most about his book is that I’m not overwhelmed with details. I want to rent the most recent Gatsby movie on Redbox, but I keep telling myself that I will do that as soon as I finish reading the book. I don’t know if it is just me but I have already seen the movie and I might be blinded with the elegant and graceful quality of the movie that I’m not finding faults in the book. I absolutely adored the movie’s soundtrack, the costumes, the performances, etc. People usually find Gatsby’s repetition of “old sport” annoying but I don’t. Not really. The characters are also arrogant and that has not made me like the book less. Maybe I’m just blinded by what I think is a beautiful movie.
On another note, a few days ago I found an invasion of one of my baby zinnia pots. I think one or some of the neighboring children cut them but I’m not quite sure. My other pots were left untouched. These other zinnias seem to want to dry out and so as I mentioned earlier this put me more in a funk because I haven’t gardened in a few years and seeing those zinnias bloom is a special dream of mine. My mom told me that I once cut flowers from my grandma’s flower pots and that my grandma told her not to chasten me. I wasn’t mad or anything that a child or children might have rip of the baby plants, but I was disappointed. I just put more seed in the pot and added dirt. I guess.. to tie this all up, I am the type of person that doesn’t give up. Sometimes I forget that and sink low and don’t write, but I promise I will write more often.
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