my dear lady disdain
Nov. 2nd, 2009 05:43 amby and large I dislike Shakespeare because I am dumb and it takes me like half an hour to read one page. also every character I like turns out to be doomed and/or fucking stupid, which is kind of frustrating. I mention this because I got a wild hair the other day to read Hamlet fic and well it's too bad that I am so dumb. I like Hamlet a lot, but it's not like I enjoy reading it, so I suppose it's the idea? I like Hamlet the character too, haw haw, surprise!
It is very weird, how memory works. Why on earth do we remember what we do? does what we remember shape who we are, or does who we are determine what we remember? both informing the other I suppose. but then again it's not as though people who don't have good memories are less somehow because of it. unless you take it to the extreme of Alzheimer's. at the moment I'm decided; if you don't remember, it's like it never happened. barring that no one tells you, because although then it becomes a story about yourself and the memory of the telling, it's still like it happened to you. though who knows if you never really remember things? the sub/unconscious, ~who knows. (okay probably there is a psychology textbook out there that can untangle all these mysterious mysteries but it is early in the morn and I'm awake for no reason.) what is the difference between forgetting and not remembering? remembering and not forgetting? AND STUFF.
I am reading Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence very verrrrrrrrrry slowly. It's a good thing the version I have is so attractive (it's all square and slim and compact) otherwise I wouldn't've touched it. It's alright. It's all about High Society. I'm mostly reading it to prove that I can read something whose target audience isn't 12 - 14 year olds. LE SIGH.
It is very weird, how memory works. Why on earth do we remember what we do? does what we remember shape who we are, or does who we are determine what we remember? both informing the other I suppose. but then again it's not as though people who don't have good memories are less somehow because of it. unless you take it to the extreme of Alzheimer's. at the moment I'm decided; if you don't remember, it's like it never happened. barring that no one tells you, because although then it becomes a story about yourself and the memory of the telling, it's still like it happened to you. though who knows if you never really remember things? the sub/unconscious, ~who knows. (okay probably there is a psychology textbook out there that can untangle all these mysterious mysteries but it is early in the morn and I'm awake for no reason.) what is the difference between forgetting and not remembering? remembering and not forgetting? AND STUFF.
I am reading Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence very verrrrrrrrrry slowly. It's a good thing the version I have is so attractive (it's all square and slim and compact) otherwise I wouldn't've touched it. It's alright. It's all about High Society. I'm mostly reading it to prove that I can read something whose target audience isn't 12 - 14 year olds. LE SIGH.
