My Dearest Bosomed Bloggers,
I hope you are all faring well on this disgusting day. I, myself, feel like kicking a child. Also burning my hair maybe? Yeah. Here's fair warning that I might be a dick in this post. Sorry not sorry.
Orla, in response to your question what is a bad book I completely agree that it is a subjective idea. But is the whole idea of good and bad not that they are subjective adjectives? I clearly depends on your point of view. For this reason it doesn't bother me that their are good and bad books. It's the same as there being good and bad haircuts, good and bad lives. To two different people the same haircut is both bad and good. In the words of Abraham Lincoln,
“You can please some of the people some of the time all of the people some of the time some of the people all of the time but you can never please all of the people all of the time.”
I read some of the Artemis Fowl books a long time ago but I never fully got into them. I hardly remember the story anymore. I have to agree with what you described in your post though about the way the story panned out. (I would call it a bad storyline/plot rather than the writing itself, because I reserve the term 'writing' to the actually organisation and creation of sentences and word placements but that is beside the point and I'm just being annoying now I know. Sorry for realz this time)
I think I want Aoife to eat something with egg in it. How about blending egg and ice-cream? That sounds interesting enough that I might try it myself. And course whatever we decide, yes, she has to document it as best she can. We don't actually know where Aoife is so should there be any exceptions for reasons that someone has not published a post?
I've had a complicated relationship with role models all my life. I've never liked the idea of them because in my experience most people take them to far. Like Danielle was saying they try to become that person and that's simply unhealthy behaviour. We are individual people and I accept that we sometimes need to take inspiration and guidance from others but becoming that person is something that I don't think should happen. Ever. But who am I to judge, right? That's just my opinion.
I have got role models though. I think at some point in our lives we all need them. At the moment I hate pretty much everything in existence. This happens from time to time, don't ask me what caused it. Just a build up of little things. Role-models help me to find purpose and remind me that there are always new challenges ready to be overcome.
When I was younger my role-models were mainly fictional characters and authors. I took inspiration from everyone I read about and each and every one of them helped to shape the person I am today.
In a way everyone I like and admire becomes a sort of role-model to me. I take on parts of their virtues and personalities and convert them into my own life, applying them to my own situations where I choose them to be appropriate. But we are also more than a collection of virtues borrowed from other people. After trying out various traits we decide within ourselves which of these we find most effective in different situations.
I'm going off topic as usual.
Alex Day has been a major role-model to me through his carefree attitude, minimalism, his fashion sense, his outspokenness and most of all, dedication to his dream. John and Hank Green taught me to stop giving a fuck because the little stuff just doesn't matter enough to get anxious over in the wider view of things. Luna Lovegood taught me that sometimes it's okay to live in your own world and forget everything else exists around you. Billie Joe Armstrong taught me not to judge people, to accept myself no matter what and to not suppress my opinion. Violet Baudelaire taught me that even in the most hopeless of cases, a solution is always possible. Atticus Finch taught me the importance of always, always trying. Charlie McDonnell taught me that being an introveert is not synonymous with being friendless. Linsey Williams taught me how to speak my mind and still make a joke. Aragorn son of Arathorn taught me the importance of loyalty. J.K. Rowling taught me, among many things, that without love there can never be happiness. Minerva McGonagall taught me that being an austere figure of authority does not mean being joyless and without a sense of humour.
Lex Croucher has taught me to find myself. To keep searching, to keep working towards a better me and to not give up until I'm fully satisfied with what I see in the mirror. But that doesn't mean loathing myself until I reach perfection. It means acceptance of my imperfections as the are within and realisation that they will always remain a part of me, if only in memory. It means belief that I can and will improve and continue to strive towards fierceness.
With all due respect,
Kate of Wednesday
MISSION...............................................COMPLETED
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