Petty Pyromaniac

There is, in fact, one force that may hold the same amount of power as death.  Karma.  We all love to envision ourselves as being owners of a "pure bead of life." But what meaning goes behind the word 'pure?' Fate most likely plays a role in this: we cannot deem ourselves tainted by immorality if our actions are not under our own control. If our fate is already written in the stars, then what does it matter if we consciously decide to make 'bad' decisions? Isn't it simply our fate to do so? But consider the idea that we don't all have "pure bead[s] of life." Replace the idea of fate with karma. Life is not necessarily spontaneous, per say, but rather our 'fates' are determined by the kindness and agony we inflict upon others. Every happy or sad ending is the result of what we have done in our past. We are not pure. We are intricate.  Woolf continuously emphasized the amount of energy our lives hold throughout her piece,...

Readers: I just wrote the most hilarious blog post of my life, but I do not think this class is ready for it. I think if I post it, I could get in a lot of 'people' drama, so if you are seeing this... I have posted the Alternate Post. I have taken the Safe Route, and I am a chicken. But, onward! When Jourdon Anderson's former slave master " wanted [Jourdon] to come back and live with [him] again, promising to do better for [Jourdon] than anybody else can," he really wasn't all too original. Or at least our generation isn't. Whenever people seriously mess up, but don't care enough to personally fix it, they swindle their way out of apologizing in person. Or whenever they're about to mess up, and are too scared to personally talk their way through it, they avoid being there in the flesh, to personally tell you the truth. His letter-apology was the olden way of what is now done by our screens. Our generation is awful at this. We have this awful...

Can we rank pain? If you were to ask me to think back to all the times I’ve experienced ‘pain’, my mind immediately races to hazily seeing my puffy, pink scleras through thick tears and sticky eyelashes on my phone camera, begging myself to fall asleep in the pitch-blackness of my Chicago hotel room so my mind will finally turn off, opening then closing then reopening the familiar greens blues and greys of old texts in the dead of night, the panic that ensues from letting your emotions overcome you. There’s an oddly specific fear that envelops you when you don’t know how to break your unhealthy-mindset-of-the-month. Knowing all of those lovely experiences personally, however, has made me a bit of a snob. Whenever I hear the daily drama—which essentially always involves some petty fight or someone getting backhanded/judo kicked in the name of life—there’s an immediate trashy ranking I give the people involved: Innocent, Relatable, or Poor Thing, ‘Innocent’ meaning you are idi...

There's this too-common pattern that probably 99% of our society follows, where one will make a long string of decisions that eventually leads to some large, life-altering outcome, which then affects the people around them or causes 'talk', and that person is left defending and glorifying their current life situation to those who don't even deserve an explanation, but granted, there was and is  so much advice being offered to this person, but they were/are too fixated in their mindset of "these are my decisions" to even considering following it. Long story short, humans like getting defensive about their hastily made decisions. Whew. That was a mouthful. Bear with me.  I was reminded of this issue when reading On Dumpster Diving . Lars Eighner neglected to mention what went on behind the scenes, or in other words, the decisions behind how he became homeless. However, while not even knowing the whole story, we all judged him on his glorification of ...