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I’m reading this novel and I came across a bit of dialogue that I think perfectly fits why I hate modern literature/film: “People think that if something ends happy, it’s not real. [...] It’s all shit. It’s not life. When bad things happen in real life you don’t get a cookie for sitting through it and bragging to your friends that it taught you the truth of the universe. It’s not beautiful. It’s not compelling. You drag yourself up and sew yourself back together and most of the time you get jack shit for not putting a bullet through your brain except another stupid sunrise that you probably sleep through anyway. [...] I had a point. I don’t know what it is, other than stupid movies are stupid and you shouldn’t let them get to you.”I think this blurs the line between the audience and the subject a bit. Usually the characters aren’t the ones having the cookies with their friends talking about how they learned the truths of the universe, it’s the audience. If you go back to the ancient Greeks, tragedy was only one of the dramatic genres and it had a function (I really only remember catharsis, but Wikipedia says that there is also mimesis). We aren’t learning deep truths in tragedies, they just help cleanse us of our tears. Linda is again doing the blog every day in November challenge and I’m again going to attempt to do it with her. I seriously doubt I’m going to be able to do it every day this month considering I’ve already lost 2 days. Bear and I have been busy selling our house, buying a house that’s under development with a builder, adjusting to an apartment, adjusting to a new city, missing friends. It’s been weird and sad and happy and scary and annoying and boring and joyful and I don’t even know what else to call it all. Bear has been amazing through this whole process. I think he’s sadder than I am, but he still trucks on. He’s gone to the grocery store himself, helped clean our apartment, goes out and about. He’s gone with me to the lot where they are building our house so many times. Considering Bear’s and my life is so largely centered our home and considering our home right now is the worst we’ve ever had together, I’m not surprised we are so discombobulated. I feel like I’ve been having trouble thinking, moving, sleeping. Here’s hoping that over this next month it gets easier. For a while now Bear and I have talked about moving. We’ve talked about moving to Virginia. We’ve talked about moving to Florida. We’ve talked about just moving a town or two over from where we are now. In all of this, we’ve never talked about moving to Texas. It’s too conservative. It’s too hot. It’s got lots of crazy people. Then about 7? months ago or so, there were rumors that Google Fiber would be moving to Austin, TX. Bear turned to me and said “How would you feel about moving to Austin?” I long ago had thought that if Bear and I ever moved to Texas, the only place that we’d really want to be was Austin. I thought I had given up the idea though until Bear said that. I flipped and after talking about it for a bit and Bear talking to some of my family about it, Bear and I started looking for work. There seemed to be plenty, but we weren’t having much luck until my bff sent my resume to her HR department. I’m skipping over a lot of frantic planning and scrambling, but now Bear and I are frantically packing up our house and asking ourselves if we are insane on a near daily basis. As crazy as this news is: Bear and I are moving to Austin.
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