Posto Nove
My lit teacher was talking the other day. She was talking about
'courtly love' in the age of Chaucer. High romance. She
used as an example two of her friends that would write eachother love
letters. She quoted one as having said: "When I'm with you it's
like we're outside of time and space..." Then she scoffed and
mocked them. The class laughed. A girl said that she didn't
get it. A guy asked if girls really bought that.
I was really upset.
I cannot believe a literature instructor, of all people, could say this. She explained that she was a cynic. And I can understand being cynical at times, but I don't believe in pure cyincs. Anyways ... I don't understand how this girl could say that she 'didn't get it'. I can't understand how the instructor could scoff. They shat all over a beautiful thing. And I guess I was kind of scared that people really DIDN'T get it. Like maybe it didn't make sense at all. And I refuse to admit that people really dont believe in this anymore, if ever they did.
What's a dad for dad?
Tell me why I'm here dad
Whisper in my ear that I'm growing up to be a better man, dad
Everything is fine dad
Proud that you are my dad
Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you
'yellowcard-life of a salesman'
I was talking with a friend about heroes, just now. He's a little younger than me. And told me, without hesitating, that his father was a hero. And I remembered what it felt like to think about my father that way. I guess going to college and everything, even in highschool this idea of my parents as heroes kind of dissappeared. I forgot that they gave their lives, their freedom, their knowledge, their money and their love, all which they could have spent elsewhere, probably with much less hassle. And if they hand't given all this to me, I wouldn't be here today. DeJohn would scribble a bunch of absoloutely meaningless curves and lines on the board and agree with me, but remind me that reproduction is also an act of greed, since it is essentially an action of grabbing for immortality. But anyways... it was nice to be in that place again, where I watched them tower over me.
I was really upset.
I cannot believe a literature instructor, of all people, could say this. She explained that she was a cynic. And I can understand being cynical at times, but I don't believe in pure cyincs. Anyways ... I don't understand how this girl could say that she 'didn't get it'. I can't understand how the instructor could scoff. They shat all over a beautiful thing. And I guess I was kind of scared that people really DIDN'T get it. Like maybe it didn't make sense at all. And I refuse to admit that people really dont believe in this anymore, if ever they did.
What's a dad for dad?
Tell me why I'm here dad
Whisper in my ear that I'm growing up to be a better man, dad
Everything is fine dad
Proud that you are my dad
Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you
'yellowcard-life of a salesman'
I was talking with a friend about heroes, just now. He's a little younger than me. And told me, without hesitating, that his father was a hero. And I remembered what it felt like to think about my father that way. I guess going to college and everything, even in highschool this idea of my parents as heroes kind of dissappeared. I forgot that they gave their lives, their freedom, their knowledge, their money and their love, all which they could have spent elsewhere, probably with much less hassle. And if they hand't given all this to me, I wouldn't be here today. DeJohn would scribble a bunch of absoloutely meaningless curves and lines on the board and agree with me, but remind me that reproduction is also an act of greed, since it is essentially an action of grabbing for immortality. But anyways... it was nice to be in that place again, where I watched them tower over me.