Mrs Dalloway owes me Advil

Sure i've gotten a headache for thinking to much, but having to listen to the thoughts of multiple characters will do the trick too. I dont mind the stream-of-consciousness technique, I've used it myself, but i limit it to one character. I dont really understand Mrs. Dalloway enough to appreciate it yet. Its a challenge. I have to put the pieces together myself...and its no mystery puzzle....its just a "ok whats going on" puzzle. The different perspectives of the story are interesting, but it is so hard to keep up with. I think the perspectives mimics reality; we all probably think just like that....incomplete thoughts but we know what we're talking about.

The Dead

That was the first of anything ive ever read by James Joyce and honestly it was hard to get to the end. I was incredibly bored until the last 1/3 of it. I had no idea where it was going, and maybe that was the point. Everything seemed so ordinary as it was for Gabriel. And then at the end I'm hit with Gabriels sudden anticipation and passion for his wife. Im not completely sure how Gabriel changed by the end of the story, but atleast i think his character changed in that we see a new side of him because we couldnt have really expected it the way the story was going. I'd probably have to read it through a couple more times to get any real appreciation for it, or basically just to understand it more.

Taking chances

Before I read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", I had been thinking about taking chances myself. I dont really take enough....atleast the everyday kind of opportunities...that...who knows?...could have turned out far greater than that. I have finally figured out what i want to do with my life...and i have been trying to figure out a way to go about getting there. In my position it would be stepping outside my comfort zone, and the norm around here. Its not a career that i am personally familiar with, because no one around me has ever taken that career path. I am having to go about it all on my own, and its kind of scary. People tell me I am one thing, and then when they hear me say what i really want to do, they question me like they've never done before. "You should be an artist though, you're good at that", "You should be a geologist like me. Starting pay for someone like you would be very high,"...and not just questions like that...but i've never been grilled so much as if my family doesnt believe i will stick with this decision...as if its just another career choice phase.

I'm glad i read this poem. It put my choices into perspective for me. I love life...i believe the speaker of the poem did too and longed to do much more with it...i think he saw more potential in it than doing the same thing every day, and following the norm...I need to do more with life. It is too routine for me right now. Lately i do notice the things i do every single day that make it seem like im not really progressing towards anything...if i were like this the rest of my life...it would be sad to suddenly realize how old i am like the speaker did.