Showing posts with label disappoint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disappoint. Show all posts

Sunday, July 7, 2013

I can't remember anything lately

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Lately, I've been feeling like I don't know how to act anymore.

I know what I want to be doing, what I should be doing, but instead all I do is go on the internet, scrolling through pages, thousands of images flickering by. It's like I don't even really register what it is or what I'm doing anymore. 

I read and finished Bridget Jones's Diary almost three weeks ago, but didn't have anything written down about it, or a draft saved or anything, so now I've forgotten why I liked it. I remember sitting in my room on a Friday night, glad to have the time alone so I could finish it; I remember closing the book and thinking, "Don't forget to write about this one." 

But obviously, I did. 

It's a shame, too, because I really liked it. 

I'm trying to find substance in what I do these days, and studying only takes so long. I'm reading more than I did last year, which is great, and I feel like I'm thinking about the material more critically. But I feel like I'm surrounded by a lot of superficial and shallow images and "likes" these days, which isn't a totally fair assessment, but it's how I've been feeling. 

To be honest, I feel like a lot of it is because I'm on Tumblr now; I wasn't last year, and I feel like (mentally) there is a huge difference in my behavior between now and then.

And why is that?

Is it, like I said, because I am flashing through hundreds and hundreds of pictures every day, without thinking about them twice? Is it because (like many things) Tumblr is something that is only good in moderation? While there are times I love the Tumblr community and what it can do, sometimes it is frustrating and tiring to see the same thing over and over and over and over again, literally looking up a tag and seeing the exact same image and content again and again because people just reblog things like without a second thought. I am tired of reading how "magical" Twin Peaks is and how nostalgia is "in." I might have been born in 1993, but I am tired of reading how "the '90s were the best decade!" and wish that the people who are laughing at those who are wearing, like J. Crew, would wear something besides Urban Outfitter's fetish-induced vomit of the '90s. 

I want something new, something fresh and exciting. I want to see more original content, I want to see new ideas and to have those ideas represented in pictures. It's 2013, and the '90s have overstayed their welcome. I am tired about people talking about memories and how they're so romantic and beautiful and artistic... because, honestly? Sometimes it's like they're so focused on what happened Once Upon A Time that they aren't paying attention to Now. I'm tired of Instagram. I want definition and clear-cut images.
I want to learn more about Keith Haring, and why he makes me feel happy and alive, but also be able to think about his  message and what that means for his art and how that relates to me. Image Via

I mean, I like talking about Old Hollywood with my friends (and I'm working on a few posts about it right now), and Wonder Woman and stuff, but I don't spend my time trying to emulate those things all of the time. What those people did and what they represented was interesting and fantastic, but it's better if I pick and choose what I like from those time periods and those people and use them to create my own self and tastes. 

But at the same time, I haven't been creating; I haven't been critiquing; I haven't been thinking. I've just been a bucket full of other people's ideas and thoughts and word/image vomit, and it's difficult to sort through my head and thoughts when there are so many different things filtering through it all of the time.

This is scary to me, because my entire life I have been very involved with art, and I've always been creating in some way or another. I've always been pushed to find my own style and voice and figure out what I like doing. I do feel, however, that in enrolling in a liberal arts college I made it more difficult for myself to further develop my abilities and change and evolve as an artist.

I think about creating new content often, but I am usually afraid to do so; not because of the feedback (I can handle concrit), but because I am worried that I am "losing" somehow, or making a mistake. Also because I am uncomfortable with the idea of losing my work or something, of having the credit stripped from me. I used to write fanfiction/still write fanfiction, so I am used to putting things out there on the internet, and the kinds of responses that come along with it. However, the characters and scenarios I wrote about where not always my own, and so I was comfortable in doing that; I had nothing to lose.

I think that's what I want this blog to be about; me creating, and being able to focus on one thing when I need to figure something out. I want to take more artistic risks and put myself out on the Big Bad Internet. I think that, to some degree, this will push me to become more self-confident and force me to work on my art, as well as my feelings towards it. I am unhappiest when I am pushing myself to fit into others' ideals and personas, and so I think that this blog is going to be the way for me to start exploring my identity and art and also serve as a place where I can critically think about things I've done, or seen, or read. This means (obviously) talking about books that I have read, but also things that I love and things that I "severely dislike." I need to expand the scope of this blog. 

I hope this blog post made more sense. I can't promise that I'll be any more coherent in the future, but hopefully you'll stick with me all the same. 


-M 


Saturday, May 18, 2013

Another Book Haul! And Thoughts on Reading

I haven't started my summer programs yet, so until then, I have looooong stretches of free time that I need to fill. So what do I do with my free time? Go to the library. And pick up everything pretty.





My latest haul. Seems like I have a problem...

(In my defense, I've been anxiously waiting for my hold on Alison Bechdel's Are You My Mother? to come through.)

Also, I'm almost done with my last batch - I'm currently working through The Lonely Polygamist, but I kind of wanted to have a back-up in the mean time. Or *cough* a lot of backups. I'm worried that I'm not as interested in Polygamist as I should be, and that I'm not really invested in these books like I should. I've actually returned Tolstoy and the Purple Chair, two days after picking it up. I can't put my finger on why, but I just didn't care for it.

Why is that? The idea of reading a book a day is crazy insane, but also really appealing to me. I really wanted to read this book... but why? Because if I read it, I too could read a book every day? Or because I would be living vicariously through the author?

It bothers me that I didn't like Tolstoy like I feel I should have.

But something has been on my mind lately; about reading, and books, and what I'm choosing to read and why. Also, trying to account for my huge surge in reading.

Why am I reading these books, and why so quickly? Am I giving myself the opportunity to really read and understand, or analyze them? Or am I blowing through them like candy, not really taking them in in any meaningful way? My mom was the first one to ask me this, but there's a quote that I've read recently that, for a lack of being able to find it, says that it's better to read one book ten or twenty or an infinite amount of times and have a deep understanding of it and the author than reading a ton of books and have a shallow understanding or knowledge of it.

I worry a lot about whether or not I'm well read for my age. Part of this insecurity is because A) I'm in college, and comparing myself to my friends and not-friends is unavoidable, since I'm a competitive person and pride myself on being smart or well educated; and B)I'm more involved online, and am exposed to more people who are my age and have read more, created more, know more than me. And I don't like that feeling; it's deeply unsettling for me, and while I'm working on nipping it in the bud when I can feel my competitive side rise, it's still an issue.

I want to know things. And I want to understand them. More than that, I want to be able to understand other people when they mention things casually in discussion. It isn't that I hate ignorance; it's just that I don't tolerate it in myself. And lately I've been feeling like I haven't been really getting the full benefit of the books that I'm reading.

Literally my nightmare. Via

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to make an effort to actually read and understand the books that I'm checking out. While I understand that there is literary fluff out there (and I'll gorge myself on it), I want to be able to understand the books I read and why they're important. I want to be able to have a discussion with someone about them, and have it go beyond, "Yeah, I read it. I liked it." (Because WHY did I like it? I've found that I like books a LOT better after I've given them critical thought.)

I'll sign off on that note; stay cool y'all!
-M