Fixing a Well Deserving Blog Post- The Things We Do

          I am still in the wonderful world of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, but I don't really want to talk about anything to specific to that book. All you need to know, is that the 9 year old main character, Oskar, travels the city, mainly on foot, to talk to every person with the last name Black. You may think that, logically, he would travel geographically, but he doesn't. He finds these people alphabetically. 

          I always felt so bad for Oskar, having to walk 20 miles because he is too scared to take public transportation. His father was killed in 9/11, and knowing that fact, he is scared of possible targets for terrorists attacks. I had to wonder if Oskar ever wished that he could just teleport there. However, I also think Oskar would say that you need to work for what you want. 

          I always thought, when you wish that you could just get there already or teleport, you do. That is, in a way. Like maybe there are two universes and in one universe things happen when you snap your fingers, but in the other one, the one we live in, we have to do the work. So if you wish you could just be home, the other you is home, but you have to actually do the transportation to get there. 

          Ok, ok that's really strange but think about it. There is this conception of celebrities and other rich people who look like they made millions with no effort. Anyone who seems that they get something without effort, is just that. It seems that way. Most celebrities have to persevere, work hard, and have some sort of talent. 

          The funny thing is, people respect those types of celebrities more then some silly youtube video or Paris Hilton. People respect hard work, and I think that if you didn't have to put any effort into what you accomplished, things would have a lot less value. And if we don't value the things we do, then nothing has any meaning. If nothing has any meaning, whats the point of living?

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What You Know, It's Unknown

          I've had a rough week. Many things caused that, but one of the reasons for my terrible week, was the last book I read. After countless attempts to handle moving on from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, I read petty books all week and now don't have anything I feel is worth a blog, so lets role with this. 
         Something that I've noticed happening a lot in the bloggy-blog world that we live in, is that people really only respond to the blogs on books they know of, or the blogs of people they like. This is something I find mind bottling. People are so resistant of things they don't know. It makes them lazy, scared, confused. I can't even name how many times I've seen people stare in horror at the food in my fridge (I had no idea dumplings were so horrific).
          Being someone who is sort of obsessed with psychology, I had to do a think about why the unknown is so unfathomable (I like that word, don't I?). The thing about explaining the unknown, is that it's very simple. We don't like the unknown because we cannot understand it.
          We, as a race, do not like being ignorant. We don't like to have information withheld from us. We thrive on gossip, on facts, and on language. We need to know whats going on at all times. We feed on knowledge.
          I believe that even the people who say they don't care about education or learning are delusional, because what they are saying is that they don't like to understand. Everyone wants to understand, but sometimes they just can't. The way people deal with that is by being lazy or using fear and confusion to fuel their ignorance.
          Some of the best blogposts I have read, have been on books I had never heard of. I didn't even need a summary because the post it's self was so good. When there is unknown, people jump to conclusions. Good or bad, right and wrong. When looking before you leap isn't an option, don't look. When you've landed, you can make a decision.

Unfathomable- A Nine-Eleven Post

          So after 2+ months, 368 pages, and a bathtub of tears, I finally finished reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. The thing about the ending, is that it isnt such a shocker. It is just a sum of the story. But the characters talk about something constantly: going backwards. 
          Oskar talks of the day his father dies, and how it happened. He talks of everything that happened that could have stopped him from being in the twin towers. He undos everything that has been done. Oskars grandmother talks of everything. This she knows but may not of experienced, being un-done. One thing she says that really stuck out to me is "at the end of my dream, Eve put the apple back on the branch. The tree went back into the ground and became a sapling, which became a seed. God brought together  the land and water, the sky and water, the water and the water, evening and morning, something and nothing. He said Let there be light. And there was darkness". 
        I will be completly honest, tears are streaming down my face as I write this. they are falling onto my key board and my fingers and dancing into the puddles, dragging salty tears across the keys. 
        Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is about Nine-Eleven. I'm sorry, but unless you are a new yorker, and lived in new york during that time,it doesn't hit you the same. I am not saying that peoples grief is worse or lesser, its just not the same. 
        It is a violation. Theres no other word for it. New York was violated. The US was violated. We were violated. Every word sounds wrong. There is no word, in any language, that anything could utter, that could sum up Nine-Eleven. Everything sound past, and gone. If I had to, I would call it "Backwards Motion". 
        That's the feeling. There is nothing more I wish, at this point, then to go back, and just undo everything. Everything. But I don't think Oskar wants to undo. I mean, he does, but what he really wants is his father back. The way he was. Oskar speaks of how it happened. But ends with his dad in bed with him, telling him the story of the six boroughs, the night before the worst night. That moment should be pure and beautiful. 
       It isn't. Its slandered with knowledge. Knowledge of what will happen the next day. That moment was pure, and it was violated. 
       I want you to know, I am still crying. This book is spectacular, and I do not deserve to try and fathom it in any way. This book has given me the "heaviest boots" I have ever had. Save for my first day of school. The Ninth of September. The worst day. 

Work For What You Got- warning, this post may contain results on nonsense

          I am still in the wonderful world of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, but I don't really want to talk about anything to deep in that book. All you need to know, is that the  9 year old main character, Oskar, travels the city, mainly on foot, to talk to every person with the last name Black. You may think that he does it geographically, but he does it alphabetically. 

          I always felt so bad for Oskar, walking 20 miles because he is too scared to take public transportation because his father was killed in 9/11. I had to wonder if Oskar ever wished that he could just teleport there ( he probably has and invented a way to do that). But Oskar would also say that you need to work for what you want. 

          I always thought, when you wish that you could just get there already, or teleport, you do in a way. Like maybe there are two universes and in one universe things happen when you snap your fingers, but in the other one, the one we live in, we have to do the work. So if you wish you could just be home, the other you is home, but you have to actually do the transportation to get there. 

          Ok ok thats really weird but think about it. There is this conception of celebrities and other rich people who look like they made millions with no effort. Anyone who seems that they get something without effort, is just that. It seems that way. Somehow they out effort to it, somehow.