Comp 1 - The Non-essay Essay part the second
I applied a bit of advice yall gave me and I hope it makes it stronger.
Where I Live.
From: Rod Landreth
To: Mark Stinson
Date: Feb 03, 2008 11:50 PM
Subject Re: Re: Salutations!
Mark, I know we haven’t been corresponding long, but you asked some interesting questions in your last post to me. I hope I’ll be able to answer a few of them in this email.
When you looked over my profile on my LJ {scrwtape.livejournal.com} you expressed fascination at all my various “geeky” interests. For me, these “trappings” fuel my imagination. I think I spend most of my life in places far, far away.
Some of my earliest memories of my toys reveal my active inner life, I don’t mean with them in my hand going “vroom” or “whoosh,” but as them being something greater, more alive. I had a pet shark (hey, dinosaurs fascinated some kids. I jumped past them to carcharodon megalodon {en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalodon}, twas the time of Jaws and I was confronting my fears by understanding them) that I got on a trip to the Florida (that and a pair of orange mouse-ears were about the only good about *that* trip). “Sharky” told me about life under the sea, and many of its creatures. It was like I had my own animated plush encyclopedia of the ocean with a fondness for subtle grim references.
Yeah, I know I sound a bit barmy. Gary, a childhood imaginary friend, warned me not to tell people where he lived or he and those realms might be made to go away. What a horrible fate, doomed to a gray lifeless world that I could never overcome or interact with because I’m just me.
Over there I feel more real and more … myself, when I am in these realms. I’m the Jedi with the resilient will during Vader’s pogrom who still strives to live up to the Jedi code. I’m the Incarnate of this Plane’s magic keeping the balances right and making sure nothing from places Man-Should-Not-Know oozes their reality-bending taint into ours. I’m a starship captain who with his valiant crew fights off an enigmatic race bent on consuming humanity. I’m the scion of an ancient fallen Seraph fighting the denizens of the Hells with powers and two celestial shards in the form of Kukri’s. I’m a young stoner sorcerer pulled into a Fiendish Shallowing, protected by a Jock who was his enemy and now Bonded somehow to him.
All of these, and much more, are where I spend most of my time. I learn from them, and I think they shape me far more than this mundane place called Reality. Sure, I know all of these are just coping mechanisms for this mean old world (you get physically abused for 13 years of your life and you can’t help it ) but I resolve many of my “difficulties” through these realms. Things that are here manifest themselves in fantastic confrontable forms over there. Unlike here, where rarely can one slay the bank, vanquish the despotic dictator of a boss, or topple the evil empire.
Now mind you this was limited to 2 pages. I had to reduce it down to 11.5 from 12 to fit. I really can't go into much more depth than what I did.
So opinions?
Where I Live.
From: Rod Landreth
To: Mark Stinson
Date: Feb 03, 2008 11:50 PM
Subject Re: Re: Salutations!
Mark, I know we haven’t been corresponding long, but you asked some interesting questions in your last post to me. I hope I’ll be able to answer a few of them in this email.
When you looked over my profile on my LJ {scrwtape.livejournal.com} you expressed fascination at all my various “geeky” interests. For me, these “trappings” fuel my imagination. I think I spend most of my life in places far, far away.
Some of my earliest memories of my toys reveal my active inner life, I don’t mean with them in my hand going “vroom” or “whoosh,” but as them being something greater, more alive. I had a pet shark (hey, dinosaurs fascinated some kids. I jumped past them to carcharodon megalodon {en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megalodon}, twas the time of Jaws and I was confronting my fears by understanding them) that I got on a trip to the Florida (that and a pair of orange mouse-ears were about the only good about *that* trip). “Sharky” told me about life under the sea, and many of its creatures. It was like I had my own animated plush encyclopedia of the ocean with a fondness for subtle grim references.
Yeah, I know I sound a bit barmy. Gary, a childhood imaginary friend, warned me not to tell people where he lived or he and those realms might be made to go away. What a horrible fate, doomed to a gray lifeless world that I could never overcome or interact with because I’m just me.
Over there I feel more real and more … myself, when I am in these realms. I’m the Jedi with the resilient will during Vader’s pogrom who still strives to live up to the Jedi code. I’m the Incarnate of this Plane’s magic keeping the balances right and making sure nothing from places Man-Should-Not-Know oozes their reality-bending taint into ours. I’m a starship captain who with his valiant crew fights off an enigmatic race bent on consuming humanity. I’m the scion of an ancient fallen Seraph fighting the denizens of the Hells with powers and two celestial shards in the form of Kukri’s. I’m a young stoner sorcerer pulled into a Fiendish Shallowing, protected by a Jock who was his enemy and now Bonded somehow to him.
All of these, and much more, are where I spend most of my time. I learn from them, and I think they shape me far more than this mundane place called Reality. Sure, I know all of these are just coping mechanisms for this mean old world (you get physically abused for 13 years of your life and you can’t help it ) but I resolve many of my “difficulties” through these realms. Things that are here manifest themselves in fantastic confrontable forms over there. Unlike here, where rarely can one slay the bank, vanquish the despotic dictator of a boss, or topple the evil empire.
Now mind you this was limited to 2 pages. I had to reduce it down to 11.5 from 12 to fit. I really can't go into much more depth than what I did.
So opinions?