Hey, Jude. Don't take it bad.

[stoopbeck]

Instead of trying to get to bed at a decent hour (for "decent hour" read "sometime before 1 AM"), I decided I'd be productive and finish the last book assigned for my novel class, Thomas Hardy's Jude the Obscure.

I haven't felt this low after reading a book since Of Mice and Men.

It's just... what is the point of following one's dreams? They're almost completely unlikely to ever come true. It's far better to be happier in smaller things than to subsume one's entire life in an impossible dream, as romantic as that may sound on paper. As much as I joke about my ambition to write the next great American novel, I don't want that to be another rabbit farm, a sweet story I tell myself at night so's I can sleep.

And why bother with houses and spouses and white picket fences? When we die, they'll just be there for our children or our distant relatives or our few remaining close friends to deal with, to sort through however many years worth of crap we've managed to accumulate, to take home the few things they take a fancy to, which will only lead to their children and spouses and relatives having to do the exact same thing for them in their turn once they die. I realize that I'm feeling this partially because of the lateness of the hour and partially because I've just finished an immensely depressing book, but it also feels like this whole semester has been building towards this point.

I just don't know. Maybe things will be brighter in the morning.

Comments

[jzeiggy.livejournal.com]

*hug* we live for the love of family and friends...and you've definitely got both! so dare to dream and follow your heart and don't be afraid of failing.

this Hallmark moment has been brought to you by the queen of procrastination, G'night...sleep well, and smile brightly when you wake, open to the possibilities that the future may bring and filled with the hope of tomorrow.

wow, I make myself sick sometimes! :)

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks for the Hallmark moment.

I will try my best to keep your words in mind. :]

[skroberts]

This is why I refuse to read that book...

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, Eccleston's gonna rip my soul out, isn't he?

[alana-eldora.livejournal.com]

This was almost worse than Of Mice and Men, if only because at the end of the latter, there was at least some compassion present.

Ok really, thinking of Of Mice and Men really doesn't help much.

I'm mad at Gunther now.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

True.

Gunther is on my unhappy list.

[januarygrl26.livejournal.com]

I read Of Mice and Men last summer because it was one of those classics that it seems everyone reads. And I completely disliked it (talk about despressing). I'm glad I am totally not alone. :)

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Hehe, it's actually one of my favoritest books ever, but it's just... so... depressing. I read it and I start bawling my eyes out. Like, in the second chapter, because I know what's coming, and it's pathetic.

Jude is so much worse.

[januarygrl26.livejournal.com]

Well, I must have been dumb because I never guessed the ending. lol.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Hehe, no, I'm sorry, I meant "read" as in present tense. The first time I read it, man, that ending came at me out of nowhere. And there I am in the middle of the Stanhope library, being a library aide, trying to keep it together, all, "OMG HE SHOT HIM... uh, can I check out your book for you?"

Pretty funny. :D

[januarygrl26.livejournal.com]

That's a funny story.