I know, I know, my first post in two(?)months(I know right, cue the exaggerated surprised looks), and I chose to begin it with a sigh. But I think that sighs are overused and unappreciated. People do not truly understand what it is exactly, that a sigh does. When you hear a sigh, the first thing that people assume is that you're depressed. Or you're filled with angst, or something along the lines of wanting to end your life. But people often overlook the happy sighs, or angry sighs, or exasperated sighs, or, well you get my point. Sighs are not just subjected to use for one emotion, they're not just one sided.
I believe that it is at this point where you're thinking to yourself, "Boy has she gone off the deep end. Blabbering about sighs." Well, while my sanity may be questionable, sighs are a very very very integral of everyone's lives. I am merely bringing to light the plight that they suffer. Haha, light, plight. They rhyme. I'm not a fan of rhymes, but I do praise the literary genius who penned Peter Rabbit, and other such fascinating rhyming stories.
While on the subject of rhymes, let me just say that reading fairy tales when you're younger and again when you're older is waaaay different. For example, while reading Cinderella, I swear everything dear Cindy said to the Prince and vice versa, had some sexual insinuation to it. Also, reading such stories made me miss being a kid. Not that I've made such an effort of trying to be an adult. I never really thought about how though written for kids, these stories carry with them the wisdom that only age can give you.
Like Peter Pan.
I love the 2003 version of this movie too. Jeremy Sumpter is amazing as the boy who never grows up.
Anyway, the point I'm trying to bring home is the fact that though made for kids, J.M Barrie wrote this for himself, to find a way to immortalize being young. As an adult, you look at this, and you think, "to be young forever, but at what cost?" To never grow up, never have a family, to stay frozen, stuck. While everyone around you continues on with their lives? Would you really give everything up? For a long while, I really thought I would. But I'm not so sure anymore.
There's a term for this, Peter Pan Syndrome. There's so much I want to say, but I can't.
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In other news, there has been much talk going on, and several people have tried to coerce me into joining what I have come to know as being people's answer to getting away with half ass writing, Tumblr. I myself have on more than one occasion thought of jumping ship, but there is something holding me back. Besides the fact that I write freaking novels, and won't be able to condense everything into a short paragraph with an accompanying picture, or pictures but no text, its just not my style. But i'll admit, it is an intriguing idea to let a picture do all the explaining for you. I shall consult my sister, because despite our fights, she's truly the only person who knows me.
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