A Curious Girl: Yes! We're all individuals!

Hiya peeps... It's a new month... yay!

I went outside this morning to discover that Frank has grown wonky. She's all bent. I turned the pot around and hopefully she'll straighten up again.

So I started work on the novel today. I wrote two paragraphs, deleted one, wrote another, deleted both of them, wrote two more, and now I might actually be started. I'm not sure I like the beginning but I've figured I might as well keep it until I can see the bigger picture.

Alice sent me a response to Saturday's entry but I didn't get it. :(

I was reading over past entries today. It became apparent that 1) My proofreeding is terrible ;) and 2) my writing style could be a little more readable. Some of my grammar/punctuation can be a bit weird.

Also I was reminded of how, despite my occasional entries written to respond to people and my rants where I like people to read my opinion, this diary is written very much for me. Whilst I write it here and not offline because I like an audience - feedback is great - I write this to get in touch with my own thoughts and feelings, and to develop my writing style. Shall we say it is for mutual entertainment? I wouldn't write in here if I didn't get any feedback, but I also wouldn't write here if feedback was the only thing I wanted out of it.

I read an entry by Sporkqueen recently that made me think somewhat along these lines... I like to go on occasionally about my desire to be a teacher, almost as if there could be nothing else that a sane person would want to do. I feel inspired, however, when I read this...

So instead, I decided to start studying the humanities: political theory, sociology, literature, and as many languages as I can get my hands on. I don't really know exactly what I'll do with it, but I think I want to test the waters in public policy, social justice, or international human rights. Now there's a way to change the world.

I agree :) It occurred to me that with my assorted ramblings you might think I believe that there's no other way to serve people than to teach small children how to read. Or even adults in African countries. There are lots of other ways. I mentally slapped my wrist when I reread Another Feminist Rant where I said that plays, symphonies and art are of little virtue. Sheez, how did that sound? They can help people, lighten people's moods and some of them sponsor charities... sure, they aren't going to make crops grow in deserts or anything, but I should have given them their due :) So I guess the point is, I do realise that other people exist... I think we should all use our gifts to help other people, and this can be done in a trillion ways... my preferred way is teaching small children and writing novels. :) But if everyone taught small children and wrote novels, there wouldn't be much of a world.

I'm not sure what the point of this entry is :) I guess it's just that, when I reread it, I was a bit worried that my obsessiveness about what I'm planning to do sounded a bit self-righteous... which is not how I meant it. And also, it's funny how people are different. It's cool, though :) Just strange and quite surprising :)

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