The library is a magical place. From time to time, I find truly remarkable books. Recently, I read Jessie Greengrass’s
I am glad I did. This book made me felt… understood.
It didn’t offer any revelation about my nature or my circumstances. Neither did it try to offer any solution to the things it spoke about. It just … presented them.
I am hooked from the first page of the titular short story. I am bracing myself to confront an emotion that I have felt before and now, I am reading what I have felt.
The regret and the anger at one own’s actions. The character’s realization of the consequences at their own irreversible actions.
The sense of being lost in a world one shouldn’t feel lost in.
The daydreaming one does when their own reality is just okay.
The rationalization one makes when looking back at some of the choices one made.
There is more to the book that I can write here or talk about. Neither do I feel like I have the adequate comprehension to present it.
I knew from each story that the character was lonely in a way.
The stories in the book depicted a different shade of loneliness. I was able to relate to the characters because they are feeling something that I have felt before in my life.
I have felt their anger and regret.
I have felt lost.
I have daydreamt.
I have rationalized.
I wonder why this book of all of the things in my life made me want to open wordpress again. Late last year I realized that I didn’t have anything to write about anymore.
What do I do with a personal blog when
there is nothing interesting in my personal life personal life doesn’t offer anything to write about?
I guess I will write about books and movies that made me feel something, that keep me thinking long after they are finished. I will write about the YouTube channels that help me understand why I love certain movies more than others. Hopefully, I will write a short story or two too.