How am I so many different people at one time? Here I am complaining about my complacency and then I happen upon a new song- one I haven't heard before- and I remember an old craving. I'm hungry for a new art project, new poem, new stance (not opinion, but posture)- or rather a resurrection of an old truthful stature of self.
Self: Great subject. Existentialism... always provoking to me. There is such a wealth of opinion out there now. I read other blogs and pieces of writing and I think- what is MY nitch? Where is my stance. Am I the new witty sex in the city girl (which sometimes I wish I was). Am I a cerebral loner, or your total stereotypical ex- sorority girl, or just some midwestern girl from some obnoxiously large Irish Catholic family who fell in love with her best friend and got married... or am I all. (purposeful lack of question mark) I have to find- not myself, but the confidence and knowledge to define it. (Hello Jo March- the theme still stands one hundred years later!)
Conference the 20th century greats: Gardner and Sartre... I'm starting to get it now... finally. Calling all naturalists and existentialists; "I've always agreed... and now I feel it my heart."
So what remains?
Who am I?
The "greats" raised the question. Actually many "greats" before them began the argument. The only difference is; only I can answer for ME. So maybe there is some room... for individuality. Laughingly the idealist in me always seems to poke in it's rightous head!
I just read this over for grammar and it is riddled with multiple mistakes!! How can I claim to be so involved with writing! Answer... I read too much poetry! Hard answer... I should know better.
I just love poetry so much better than pros. Poems: The Literary Songs of Themselves
Sooo much better than Gossip Girl... what was I thinking?? (okay... I think I was trying NOT to!)
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