has been strange, to say the least.
my grandmother hates Ayn Rand, which seems strange and yet makes sense to me. because of this my mother won't stop asking me what the book is about, and i have to keep telling her half truths, because i know that she wouldn't be able to handle it.
the strangest thing i keep hearing from my friends is that Ayn's style of writing is boring. i can't help but disagree. I can truly feel the utter emotions that Ayn attempts to convey in her writing, whereas, my friends instead see a long boring drawn out paragraph that simply reiterates itself. but that is where it's power comes from, that simple, soul-crushing inability to feel happiness again, such is Ayn's power in writing.
anyways, this week has been mostly uneventful, i'm almost done with One piece, 180 pages into Atlas Shrugged, and my mind is already blown with it's amazing.
About Me
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- Being generally crazy all the time, i keep my insanity at bay. the voices tend to quiet when you talk for them, strange , eh?
3 comments:
I, personally, am not a huge fan of Rand's philosophy.
But maybe that's just because I'm a dirty socialist.
Meh.
lop?
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it's so beyond disinterest now. it's to the point of utter disrespect for those of us who do care.
have you noticed we don't talk about the meaning behind the songs anymore? we just sing notes. there's no music happening
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