Sunday, April 25, 2010

Taciturn


So, Araam and I chose Pablo Neruda as one of our poets for our project in English. Barely anyone else did because they hadn't read any of his poems. I mean, hey, not to say that I HAD; I just had more faith in a Latin-sounding name than everyone else, it would appear.

Stereotypes exist because there's a hint of truth in each. I had a feeling, based on the Latin stereotype, of what I was volunteering for.

And I was pretty close in my inference. Romantic Chilean poetry. Bingo. Or, at least, it's better than reading Tennyson (good grief).

But anyway. I was reading one of the poems, the other day in class, and Araam was researching some stuff (essentially, we were both in our very different "zones," which works really well for us), when I saw this word. "Taciturn." And since he was at the computer, I simply asked Araam to look it up for me. He brought up a definition and pointed to it.

"I can't see that." He laughed and made the font bigger. "Okay."

It said something like, "uncommunicative, reserved in speech, silent," so I said, "Oh, so it's like me."

"Yeah, basically."

"Okay."

And that was that.


Except, I'm always unsure of how I come off, because my tendency leans towards NOT emoting. I don't know why, it just isn't natural for me to laugh, frown, et cetera except in extreme situations. In that way, I guess I'm kind of siding with the Blank Slate Theory, because, yes, it does feel like my emotions are very taught. So reserved and uncommunicative...yeah, THAT sounds like it would fit, simply because I'm not really a talking person (except on here, obviously, and that's only when I have something to say).

I like to observe.


Op, and yeah, my birthday was Friday. It was not awesome at all. Steigen has offered me a birthday redo, and I think I might take it.

Here's to being young and wistful, so that birthday redoes sound legitimate, and we all race to "discover" ourselves first.

Who am I?

WHO CARES?

You're alive, you react to stuff a certain way, and you behave a certain way. There you are, now shut up.

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