Mad Books & Soul Confessions
Feb. 4th, 2007 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesI really don't need 30 or so Mad books from the '70s. Yet I'm reluctant to part with them. And so they continue traveling the West Coast w/me. Unless someone cares to ask for 'em 'cause you'd like 'em. Yes, I'll admit to questioning your acceptability to take these...yow, I'm feeling like I'm checking out prospective parents seeking to adopt a child, 'cept my give-aways feature paper & ink rather than skin & blood. And yet I have strong emotional ties to these objects. EDIT:
Went through a strong emotional rush a l'il while ago. I remember w/such fondness the delight of living in a country where I didn't know the language (at a Belgian school in W Germany when I was 9) and getting to buy a new book at the English-language bookstore over by the Koln cathedral. I didn't have many flesh & blood friends, but books - and the imagination they spawned/inspired/furthered - served me well to amuse, comfort, please, inform, stretch, distract, capture, and what-have-you as needed.
But now...now I don't really need these books. And since I don't have kids, there's nobody to pass 'em along to, to read 'em to (okay, not so, I've got friends 'n' fambily w/kids so'll have cont'd oppos for this). Hell, I think one reason I toyed w/the idea of becoming an elementary school teacher is to replace not having kids. Well, now I don't really WANT to deal w/'em outside certain contexts, which may broaden depending on certain circs.
Okay: here's what I must do: be on my own for a while. Live life actively w/out the XXX imposed by another person. XXX = ? Fetters, filters, lots more - although the words have stopped flowing. What Would MLE Do? Dunno. Guess that's what we're gonna find out. *** I shan't be "run." ***
I need more loveliness, adventure, and calmness in my life.
Went through a strong emotional rush a l'il while ago. I remember w/such fondness the delight of living in a country where I didn't know the language (at a Belgian school in W Germany when I was 9) and getting to buy a new book at the English-language bookstore over by the Koln cathedral. I didn't have many flesh & blood friends, but books - and the imagination they spawned/inspired/furthered - served me well to amuse, comfort, please, inform, stretch, distract, capture, and what-have-you as needed.
But now...now I don't really need these books. And since I don't have kids, there's nobody to pass 'em along to, to read 'em to (okay, not so, I've got friends 'n' fambily w/kids so'll have cont'd oppos for this). Hell, I think one reason I toyed w/the idea of becoming an elementary school teacher is to replace not having kids. Well, now I don't really WANT to deal w/'em outside certain contexts, which may broaden depending on certain circs.
Okay: here's what I must do: be on my own for a while. Live life actively w/out the XXX imposed by another person. XXX = ? Fetters, filters, lots more - although the words have stopped flowing. What Would MLE Do? Dunno. Guess that's what we're gonna find out. *** I shan't be "run." ***
I need more loveliness, adventure, and calmness in my life.
