Even though I have been on this Earth a comparatively short time (in this body, that is), I have sufficient experience to notice a particular group of people: those that are all too fond of the sound of their own voices. I just finished talking to my father, and he happens to be one of those unfortunate individuals that have contracted this disease. It's all right, though. As I got older, I became better at shutting up and listening to Father's tiresome lectures. Strange as it must be for a teenager to say this, there are times when my Father gives pretty relevant advice. Of course I could never admit that to him. Why, that would destabilize the entire father-teenaged-daughter system.
Call me a hypocrite, because I'm pretty sure i belong to that group of people. So i suppose you could say that it does indeed "take one to know one".
For those of us that are fans of Tolstoy, Steve Oblonsky is a man remarkably like my father. The difference is that my father is less silly-yes! Oblonsky must be one of the silliest men that reside in my head!-and less able to communicate with other people. Isn't that strange? You'd think that because he talks so much and so often that he'd be able to get his point across. Maybe it is so with some people, but I never seem to really get what the poor man is driving at.
Or maybe the fact that my teenager hormones going haywire is screwing with me and i just don't know what I'm talking about.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Why Did I Even Do This?
Hello Internet. My private thoughts are now exposed, for everyone to see. Everyone who wishes to, I should say, since it's not very likely that there are a lot of people out there that care. Well that's all the better, isn't it?
Why did I create this blog? I don't even like computers. I dunno, bored, I guess. What am I planning to do here? I dunno.
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