I read (and finished) Perks of being a wallflower last night. I guess, for an extrovert like me, I found it curious how other people can fade into the background and let life just pass-by.
I plan to write something better, probably an analysis or a reflection this afternoon once my schedule has cleared and I have more free time on my hands. Right now, I’ll probably just enjoy the memories of hanging-out with Charlie and Sam and Patrick and how, at one point, they all felt infinite.
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Okay, so I was busy the whole day. Portia was in some contest (their group won first place) and it was Polly’s 21st birthday. Not to mention, I initially scheduled the whole day to run errands and pay bills. So when arrived home, I crashed and fell asleep for a few hours.
Now that I’ve already been to process the book, the best part I liked about the book is how Charlie disagrees with the notion that we should keep our emotions in check, merely because others have it worse. True, there will always be someone else who have it worse than you do, but that does not and should not, in anyway, lessen how much it hurts for you. Just because someone lost a parent somewhere out there does not mean you shouldn’t be sad ‘coz your pet goldfish of a year died.
I relate to this best because for so long, people have been denouncing my experience merely because I’m young and they’re old. I’ve heard things like, “People have far worse than you do” or “Stop crying over that. I’m XX old and believe me, that’s nothing compared to what I’ve been through”. The problem with this kind of thinking is that it creates the illusion that some experiences mean more than others. And at some point, it sucks because that’s not how things should be – no man’s experience is better than the rest.
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My friends and I are planning to watch the movie adaptation. I hope it gives justice to the book. Until then, I’ll remember to feel infinite.