Reflections on a worthless thought experiment.
I keep trying to do other things, but all I really care about right now is Henry VIII in the novel I'm reading. I want to gobble up 16th century history and learn French so I know what some of the characters are saying (I need a French dictionary before I can really get going with it, though) and. Gah. I need to be a history major. I read a book about the Vikings before bed last night.
Last night, a friend and I quasi-argued what time period it'd be the best to live in. He said first century Rome, I said 18th century England. Was simply opinion, though, when you get right down to it. He couldn't stand living in the 18th century because he hates frilly clothing (that's the reason I want to live in that period!), and I couldn't stand living in Rome because of the army and how barbaric it would all seem. ('But that's just the army!' he said. I don't care. Rome was sick and twisted, aside from the philosophers, which he would be. But I wouldn't get to be a philosopher. I'd be a freaking housewife, or something. Sell olives on the corner. Not my idea of a good life. If I had to sell olives on the corner, I'd at least like to dress in something other than a toga. Give me a fucking corset.)
The point in this entry: I was born into the wrong time period. And possibly country. At least if I were born in 18th centry America, I could live on the East (aka decent) coast. Or maybe I'm just too big of a history nerd.
Last night, a friend and I quasi-argued what time period it'd be the best to live in. He said first century Rome, I said 18th century England. Was simply opinion, though, when you get right down to it. He couldn't stand living in the 18th century because he hates frilly clothing (that's the reason I want to live in that period!), and I couldn't stand living in Rome because of the army and how barbaric it would all seem. ('But that's just the army!' he said. I don't care. Rome was sick and twisted, aside from the philosophers, which he would be. But I wouldn't get to be a philosopher. I'd be a freaking housewife, or something. Sell olives on the corner. Not my idea of a good life. If I had to sell olives on the corner, I'd at least like to dress in something other than a toga. Give me a fucking corset.)
The point in this entry: I was born into the wrong time period. And possibly country. At least if I were born in 18th centry America, I could live on the East (aka decent) coast. Or maybe I'm just too big of a history nerd.