Hm, I don't think it's an entirely silly request. There is a certain amount of envy in the youthful cliques and their ephemeral but insistent friendships. I still can't help but to sometimes wish that someone would have this and that interest in common with me, but there's no reason that any one friend should have to like everything that I do. Variety's the spice of life. Unfortunately, I then turn into a recluse and can't seem to talk at all to anyone about anything. Whatever does come to mind seems like "whining." Hungarian riots. Parental health problems. I have my downs, and I'm still in one of them, but I can't say that my problems are important. If I were to repeat them to myself as an entirely different person, I might even say, "What's wrong with this person? C'est la vie. That's life. Deal with it." So then I go on in my little world, sometimes communicating with others, sometimes not. I used to think that it was stupid that my mom thought that thinking too much was what led to my depressions. Well, to some degree that's true. Amazing how a movie can sometimes improve my mood. I need to remember that more. I need to allow myself to be immersed in a fandom. Now if only I could find a new fandom... Sorry they don't seem to cross paths with yours.
Actually, you know what does cross? Our desire to write personal narratives. Not full memoirs all the time but just sharing thoughts, and if we were more talented than just simple bloggers or maybe more popular or luckier, then we'd be making money as nonfiction writers. Think of it this way: you are my primary news on Hungary. What you say makes a big difference in how I perceive the country. It's like being a reporter but less scummy and not doing it for money or to further a political agenda. It's just your own honest opinions. I was just reading about creative nonfiction and the person said that it was one of the unspoken promises in the genre. The dialogue may not be word for word what happened at that time, but there is an attempt to create the truth and reflect on it. So tell me a story of your childhood in Hungary. Here I am emailing you and taking it for granted that you know English, almost forgetting that the internet was new for all of us just a few years ago and that the WWW wasn't really released until 1994, only a dozen years ago!! Before that, email correspondences were in text only and we even made little text pictures that got forwarded. But that was only the realm of primarily college students who had access to email and computer facilities. I heard someone read his work-in-progress, and he was talking about dot matrix printers and text-based computer games. Ah yes! All that, so long ago and yet not at all. The kids of today will never remember a time without CDs and DVDs, when tapes were all we had if even that. I remember our little PC junior computer, state of the art at the time and a very expensive investment, but our father wanted us to have the best education possible because that's the only way to get ahead. I'm sure there are other ways, maybe marrying rich and then divorcing to get half, but we were pushed to get the education that wasn't previously possible in our family so that we could get decent jobs. I feel a little guilty that I'm not entirely doing that right now, that I'm not making as much money as I could be, but I have in the past and helped to support the family so I'll count that as paying my dues in part.
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Date: 2006-10-06 03:23 am (UTC)Actually, you know what does cross? Our desire to write personal narratives. Not full memoirs all the time but just sharing thoughts, and if we were more talented than just simple bloggers or maybe more popular or luckier, then we'd be making money as nonfiction writers. Think of it this way: you are my primary news on Hungary. What you say makes a big difference in how I perceive the country. It's like being a reporter but less scummy and not doing it for money or to further a political agenda. It's just your own honest opinions. I was just reading about creative nonfiction and the person said that it was one of the unspoken promises in the genre. The dialogue may not be word for word what happened at that time, but there is an attempt to create the truth and reflect on it. So tell me a story of your childhood in Hungary. Here I am emailing you and taking it for granted that you know English, almost forgetting that the internet was new for all of us just a few years ago and that the WWW wasn't really released until 1994, only a dozen years ago!! Before that, email correspondences were in text only and we even made little text pictures that got forwarded. But that was only the realm of primarily college students who had access to email and computer facilities. I heard someone read his work-in-progress, and he was talking about dot matrix printers and text-based computer games. Ah yes! All that, so long ago and yet not at all. The kids of today will never remember a time without CDs and DVDs, when tapes were all we had if even that. I remember our little PC junior computer, state of the art at the time and a very expensive investment, but our father wanted us to have the best education possible because that's the only way to get ahead. I'm sure there are other ways, maybe marrying rich and then divorcing to get half, but we were pushed to get the education that wasn't previously possible in our family so that we could get decent jobs. I feel a little guilty that I'm not entirely doing that right now, that I'm not making as much money as I could be, but I have in the past and helped to support the family so I'll count that as paying my dues in part.