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butterflyThis is not one of those times. This is a morning for random complaints. So, shall we?
Most adjectives/adverbs have no place in an objective piece of work. Yes, 'green' and 'big' are all very well and good, but even ones that seem as innocent as that are dangerous. They lead to questions - How big? Big in comparision to what? How green? Green like grass or green like Billy Boyd's eyes? And even then, that only brings up more questions. Green like Billy Boyd's eyes under what lighting conditions? And with what outfit (they do change, depending)? Slowly as in a snail moving or as the way an elf ages?
And then you run into the subjective problems - what if the green that they see isn't the green that you see? How can you know? You can't, of course. So, obviously, the solution is to strip out adjectives and adverbs entirely.
That's not even counting the manipulative ones (Such as the 'obviously' that I slipped into the last sentence in the above paragraph that was clearly meant to influence opinion). It's limiting, is what it is. I mean, I can go on all I like about what I think Sarah Michelle Geller's eyes are saying in the good-bye scene in The Gift, but I could easily find someone who thought she was projecting an emotion that is completely contradictory.
It's all absolutely impossible. There are too many words in this language in any case, so I propose that we lose the adjectives and adverbs. Let people make up their own minds about what things mean. Sure, life would be less descriptive, but my flist would take less time to read. And all life is a trade-off.
Speaking of Frodo, he really does get a sucky deal. Save the world - life will suck and you'll travel to a heaven that you don't get to stay in. As a bonus - you will leave all your friends behind, traveling only with a really old dude and the guy who sent you on the near-suicide mission in the first place. And yeah, you'll see your best friend again, but not for sixty years! Which is a long time to live with only one other adult your height. And he's, as previously mentioned, really old and probably not the best company, as he keeps falling asleep whenever something interesting happens.
I mean, Frodo's deal is worse that Angel and Spike's combined. I mean, Spike got his arms back, one might note. And Frodo never even had the chance to have a son. Or two big romantic affairs plus a lifetimes-long sex and mayhem thing with a way hot blonde.
I mean, Valinor is probably the bee's knees and I'm not discounting that but... it majorly sucks that someone had to pretty much have their soul destroyed before the Ring could melt. I mean, it sucks worse than Jar-Jar Binks. It sucks worse than Glitter. Though, now that I think about, I wasn't. Speaking of Frodo.
I'm a bit hyperactive at the moment. I'm also stressed, a touch depressed, and kinda moody. I have work tomorrow, but I can't imagine sleeping. Sleeping is one of those things that Happen to Other People.
In a way, I'm repressing. I'm deliberately trying not to think of what's really bothering, so I'm thinking of things that actually don't bother me at all.
I just... I always knew that I hated the way my dad is when he's drunk. I see it enough. I hate it. So much.
But I didn't remember until yesterday that my mom isn't too much fun either. It's been so long since I've seen her that way. I didn't remember.
Whenever I wonder what it's like to be drunk, I think of my dad, and that's always enough for me to really not want to know. But I'd forgotten what mom was like.
I'm not saying this to... insult anyone. But I just don't understand why people do that to themselves. I don't understand.
This is probably what my mom means when she says that I'm naive.
I don't understand.
I'm not really sure that I want to.
Edit: In other news, I almost never like the 'O-pos' (also known as the 'little black dress') of whatever fandom. I like to think that this makes me a rebel, but suspect that it just makes me contrary.
Most adjectives/adverbs have no place in an objective piece of work. Yes, 'green' and 'big' are all very well and good, but even ones that seem as innocent as that are dangerous. They lead to questions - How big? Big in comparision to what? How green? Green like grass or green like Billy Boyd's eyes? And even then, that only brings up more questions. Green like Billy Boyd's eyes under what lighting conditions? And with what outfit (they do change, depending)? Slowly as in a snail moving or as the way an elf ages?
And then you run into the subjective problems - what if the green that they see isn't the green that you see? How can you know? You can't, of course. So, obviously, the solution is to strip out adjectives and adverbs entirely.
That's not even counting the manipulative ones (Such as the 'obviously' that I slipped into the last sentence in the above paragraph that was clearly meant to influence opinion). It's limiting, is what it is. I mean, I can go on all I like about what I think Sarah Michelle Geller's eyes are saying in the good-bye scene in The Gift, but I could easily find someone who thought she was projecting an emotion that is completely contradictory.
It's all absolutely impossible. There are too many words in this language in any case, so I propose that we lose the adjectives and adverbs. Let people make up their own minds about what things mean. Sure, life would be less descriptive, but my flist would take less time to read. And all life is a trade-off.
Speaking of Frodo, he really does get a sucky deal. Save the world - life will suck and you'll travel to a heaven that you don't get to stay in. As a bonus - you will leave all your friends behind, traveling only with a really old dude and the guy who sent you on the near-suicide mission in the first place. And yeah, you'll see your best friend again, but not for sixty years! Which is a long time to live with only one other adult your height. And he's, as previously mentioned, really old and probably not the best company, as he keeps falling asleep whenever something interesting happens.
I mean, Frodo's deal is worse that Angel and Spike's combined. I mean, Spike got his arms back, one might note. And Frodo never even had the chance to have a son. Or two big romantic affairs plus a lifetimes-long sex and mayhem thing with a way hot blonde.
I mean, Valinor is probably the bee's knees and I'm not discounting that but... it majorly sucks that someone had to pretty much have their soul destroyed before the Ring could melt. I mean, it sucks worse than Jar-Jar Binks. It sucks worse than Glitter. Though, now that I think about, I wasn't. Speaking of Frodo.
I'm a bit hyperactive at the moment. I'm also stressed, a touch depressed, and kinda moody. I have work tomorrow, but I can't imagine sleeping. Sleeping is one of those things that Happen to Other People.
In a way, I'm repressing. I'm deliberately trying not to think of what's really bothering, so I'm thinking of things that actually don't bother me at all.
I just... I always knew that I hated the way my dad is when he's drunk. I see it enough. I hate it. So much.
But I didn't remember until yesterday that my mom isn't too much fun either. It's been so long since I've seen her that way. I didn't remember.
Whenever I wonder what it's like to be drunk, I think of my dad, and that's always enough for me to really not want to know. But I'd forgotten what mom was like.
I'm not saying this to... insult anyone. But I just don't understand why people do that to themselves. I don't understand.
This is probably what my mom means when she says that I'm naive.
I don't understand.
I'm not really sure that I want to.
Edit: In other news, I almost never like the 'O-pos' (also known as the 'little black dress') of whatever fandom. I like to think that this makes me a rebel, but suspect that it just makes me contrary.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:18 am (UTC)*hugs you tight*
It's not even getting drunk for me. Sometimes I just imagine being able to have a drink at the end of a long day...or going out with friends to a bar, or a party.
Then I remember. What my father was like. And I don't.
Don't apologize for not understanding. Be glad.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:27 am (UTC)Sometimes, I want to try to explain it to my family. How it makes me feel. But I'm not good at complaining (note that I use a word with negative connotations - therapy helped a little, though I probably should have stayed in it longer) and I've never been good at talking to my parents. Well, about my feelings. I'm great at talking around things, or about things that have nothing to do with how I'm feeling at any given moment, but actual conversation that involves my feelings? I shut down.
I've almost deleted what I'm writing here several times. Because my mind is telling me that I'm being a big whiny baby. I have an abhorrence of tears in myself when it comes to reality. Which is probably why I welcome the release of crying over fiction.