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Gosh, I love writing. I don't say it often enough (mainly because I rarely have an easy time doing so). Breakthroughs as to who characters are, are wonderful, and are highly under appreciated.
Bridge and Rebes got me thinking last night after the concert. We were talking about what my future pets are going to be named, since they're all going to be themed. Apparently, I'm going to own two parrots; Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, a cat; Hamlet, and two dogs; Opelia, and Laertes. Owning a parrot had never been a particular asperation of mine (birds are creepy), so maybe they'll become fish. Alas, they won't be able to repeat various lines from Hamlet this way, so we'll see. I love my crazy pet lady fantasy. It makes me giggle.
But! I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about tragedies, and how it's in our human nature to be drawn to them. It doesn't quite make sense to me. I wish it did. For our psychology class, Betsey and I had to watch this documentary about a wild child found in the 70's, named Genie. She was 13 when found, and had been isolated her entire life. She couldn't speak, and for a few years various scientists tried to rehibilitate her. In the end, it ended up not working; she was placed in several foster homes that ended up being abusive and reminding her of her childhood, and reverted back to her original state. I guess now she's living somewhere in California...
We were speechless afterwards, sad, but we both wanted to know more about her. We can't do anything, and, it makes me frustrated, and angry. We're supposed to live in a civilized society, and things like this still go on. Why, though?
Bridge and Rebes got me thinking last night after the concert. We were talking about what my future pets are going to be named, since they're all going to be themed. Apparently, I'm going to own two parrots; Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, a cat; Hamlet, and two dogs; Opelia, and Laertes. Owning a parrot had never been a particular asperation of mine (birds are creepy), so maybe they'll become fish. Alas, they won't be able to repeat various lines from Hamlet this way, so we'll see. I love my crazy pet lady fantasy. It makes me giggle.
But! I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about tragedies, and how it's in our human nature to be drawn to them. It doesn't quite make sense to me. I wish it did. For our psychology class, Betsey and I had to watch this documentary about a wild child found in the 70's, named Genie. She was 13 when found, and had been isolated her entire life. She couldn't speak, and for a few years various scientists tried to rehibilitate her. In the end, it ended up not working; she was placed in several foster homes that ended up being abusive and reminding her of her childhood, and reverted back to her original state. I guess now she's living somewhere in California...
We were speechless afterwards, sad, but we both wanted to know more about her. We can't do anything, and, it makes me frustrated, and angry. We're supposed to live in a civilized society, and things like this still go on. Why, though?