Apr 20, 2010

*stares blankly at the title box*

I remember when i first saw the truman show. I won't spoil it, just in case any of my 2 readers haven't seen it. All i will say is the movie made me wonder about how real our reality is.

I don't mean we are living in the matrix or anything i just mean that there are lots of things in our world that can be deceptive. Alot of what we know has come from what someone else in history has come up with so how do we know that the person that came up with this 'fact' didn't just give an extremely convincing argument? What i'm saying isn't that rediculous if you consider the fact that once apon a time people were burned to death if someone said they were a witch.

How do we know that someone a few hundred years ago didn't just pick up a book that they thought was so good they became more obsessed than a twilight fan and was convinced it was solid evidence? How do we know they didn't share this story with people telling them that it was a factual account? And can we really be sure that no one believed them and that everything in history books is completely solid? If there can be people so obsessed with fiction that they think its real today, then how can we be sure that in the days that filled our history books, the days where people were much more gulible, there weren't obsessive fans?

There could be a large percentage of our reality that is based apon imagination and maybe a little stupidity. I'm not saying I believe this i'm just saying that, if you think about it, it could be possible. It seems that humans come from a long line of gulible fools but even if we are getting smarter if what we are learning is a lie are we really getting anywhere?

Well heres to considering the imensly improbable.


Apr 6, 2010

I have too much time on my hands, but theres no way I would willingly give it up.

when you begin a journey of revenge start by digging two graves
one for your enemy and one for yourself

That there was in nineteen minutes by Jodi Picoult. It's like a chinese proverb or something, but i have to admit I can't help but agree with it. Mostly because of what happened to the people in that book that went seeking revenge and found it. They both ended up in jail and one of them killed themselves with a sock. I wont mention names of characters just in case you were planning on reading it.

You see the other night i went to bed at around 9:30pm and i wasn't that sleepy so i decided to read a bit more of nineteen minutes. At around 3 i finnished the book and for an hour or two more i was busy trying to sleep while the increadible story kept my mind working. That there is what makes a good story: one that makes you think about it for a long time after the final page is turned.

Why oh why do i read such depressing books. Every Jodi Picoult book i have read has had the same theme: horrible situation/event that causes irreversible emotional damage, someone dying/killing themselves/aspiring to kill themselves, families falling to peices, and with pretty much all her books there is an intense court case involved. Yet every time i visit a book store or a library i go to the shelf that has her books and willingly browse.

I certainly do have too much time on my hands but since I plan to be an author i can just claim im doing research. Could be worse i guess. I could spend all my free time watching TV and Movies! Wait i do that too. . . . Wow its a wonder i get anything done at all. Well it is official I need a life. Meh i'll get one later. For now i will write pointless things on here because SOMEONE actually asked me too.

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