and ask her why we're who we are....
I want to try something different here. Instead of me informing people about my boring life, I want to open up this journal as a kind of discussion forum.
Thus, I would like to ask about all of your respective opinions on the barriers/differences between childhood and adulthood.
A couple of introductory questions:
When does it happen?
Does it happen in one moment, a series of moments; was it something you noticed only afterwards (ie did not perceive its leaving)?
Do you feel like you've grown up, when did that happen, how did you know, what made it happen? What role did/do other people play in you growing up?
Do you feel as though it involved the loss of some intrinsic, interior joy?
What are the signs?
Are there any stories/TV shows/movies/songs/quotes/etc. that embody what growing up means to you?
Have you ever talked about it in an academic setting and if so, where?
...There are still a lot of things I could ask, but I don’t want to pose [too many] leading questions, because that will only limit the types of responses I’ll get. So I’m trying to leave it as open-ended as possible.
Please, please, please. Even if you don’t normally post (especially then), I would really like you to weigh in. Reflect, post in your own time. Feel free to post anonymously if you feel more comfortable that way. Just try to contribute as much as you can, because I’m fascinated to hear what you have to say.
Also, I've decided that as music=love, I'm going to try and post a song or two that I enjoy with every entry. For this entry, we have The Frames' "Falling Slowly" and The Blizzard's "Fantasy".
Thus, I would like to ask about all of your respective opinions on the barriers/differences between childhood and adulthood.
A couple of introductory questions:
When does it happen?
Does it happen in one moment, a series of moments; was it something you noticed only afterwards (ie did not perceive its leaving)?
Do you feel like you've grown up, when did that happen, how did you know, what made it happen? What role did/do other people play in you growing up?
Do you feel as though it involved the loss of some intrinsic, interior joy?
What are the signs?
Are there any stories/TV shows/movies/songs/quotes/etc. that embody what growing up means to you?
Have you ever talked about it in an academic setting and if so, where?
...There are still a lot of things I could ask, but I don’t want to pose [too many] leading questions, because that will only limit the types of responses I’ll get. So I’m trying to leave it as open-ended as possible.
Please, please, please. Even if you don’t normally post (especially then), I would really like you to weigh in. Reflect, post in your own time. Feel free to post anonymously if you feel more comfortable that way. Just try to contribute as much as you can, because I’m fascinated to hear what you have to say.
Also, I've decided that as music=love, I'm going to try and post a song or two that I enjoy with every entry. For this entry, we have The Frames' "Falling Slowly" and The Blizzard's "Fantasy".