Severus Snape
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Being the sort of person I am, I often ponder on the reason behind things, and the complete nonsense some people expect from others. In my case, it was always the whole talking to other people thing. Perhaps I remember it now because it is not any longer a relevant part of my life, but it used to be the dominating cause of discomfort for many years, as per usual caused by my mother and people under her influence.
You see, I have always been a rather creative/imaginative person. There's no helping it. I thrive on things like that, which is why I enjoy reading, music, and the arts. I am happiest when left to do my own thing, to be honest, but this is something neither mother nor the school ever understood. So, particularly during my middle school and high school years, when I was in a powerless position, I was told (or rather forced) to socialize, because it was thought to be for my own good, et cetera.
So, what they wanted me to do was talk to people and not be so lost in my own affairs. So, I did just that. The problem was, of course, that I always tended to talk to people who were significantly older than I (teachers and the sort.) Apparently, this wasn't exactly what they had in mind, so they basically forced me to desist and to try and talk to my so-called peers, with whom I had nothing in common other than opposable thumbs and the universal dependency on food and oxygen. Needless to state, that was torturous, and I resisted the attempt with every fibre of my being. Why? Because it was a waste of time.
Where am I going with this? Absolutely nowhere. It is just a reflection. I just thought of it now that I am free of all that nonsense, and completely able to do as I please, talk to whomever I please without silly speculations being made, and to ignore the rest as irrelevant to my purposes.
I suppose it just bothered me, how they attempted to make me fit into their silly cookie-cutter mold, when all attempts were obviously futile in the end. What a waste of time. So, the real question is, isn't it confusing that people tell you to go and talk to others, and when you do, they get all upset because that's not exactly what they had in mind. God forbid you talk to someone who actually has something halfway interesting to say--no, stick to your age group and talk about The Jersey Shore, or something. Goddamn stupid idiot who refuses to conform to our standards, away with thee!
I find it irksome that adults (at the time I was not legally one) set such stupid limits on distinct minds because they fail to equate their own experiences with the current process. It's really a tragedy for the person involved, not to mention a waste of time. I recall being rather upset over the direction my life was taking as a result of the outsiders attempting to control my affairs (my mother, most prominent among them), and the limitations set upon me by society and the backlash of my failure to conform to what they all wanted.
I think it extremely confusing that:
1) They don't like it when you don't talk to people, so they tell you to go talk to people
2) When you actually do talk to people and "open yourself up" to them, so to speak, it's somehow not a good thing because it was implied albeit never stated that these people should be around your age, despite the overwhelming fact that there is no uniting factor save that which unites us all as a species.
I just find it refreshing that I no longer have to deal with such nonsense. I resent it, in a way, because I was happy living in the paradise I created, where ideas never stopped flowing. I had to make my joy in introspection become less apparent so as to not attract my mother's attention back when I was under her direct control--yet, I am afraid that I have lost some of the magic as a result. It just irks me that they wouldn't let me be and basically forced me to do something I didn't want to do based solely on misconceptions they had about me.
I miss the freedom, and I hope to regain it again, in time. Now that I am away from all that, I am free to be alone again. It doesn't bother me at all that I have no friends on campus--and I find it rather tedious to oblige to the occasional social event acquaintances of mine wish me to attend. I'm happy just talking to that special person, who is far more interesting than all the rest, in any case.
I'm content with my solitude, and with my life in general, as it is now.
(Sorry for the quasi-rant. I was just reflecting on life, and thought it interesting. Anyone else feel the same way?)
You see, I have always been a rather creative/imaginative person. There's no helping it. I thrive on things like that, which is why I enjoy reading, music, and the arts. I am happiest when left to do my own thing, to be honest, but this is something neither mother nor the school ever understood. So, particularly during my middle school and high school years, when I was in a powerless position, I was told (or rather forced) to socialize, because it was thought to be for my own good, et cetera.
So, what they wanted me to do was talk to people and not be so lost in my own affairs. So, I did just that. The problem was, of course, that I always tended to talk to people who were significantly older than I (teachers and the sort.) Apparently, this wasn't exactly what they had in mind, so they basically forced me to desist and to try and talk to my so-called peers, with whom I had nothing in common other than opposable thumbs and the universal dependency on food and oxygen. Needless to state, that was torturous, and I resisted the attempt with every fibre of my being. Why? Because it was a waste of time.
Where am I going with this? Absolutely nowhere. It is just a reflection. I just thought of it now that I am free of all that nonsense, and completely able to do as I please, talk to whomever I please without silly speculations being made, and to ignore the rest as irrelevant to my purposes.
I suppose it just bothered me, how they attempted to make me fit into their silly cookie-cutter mold, when all attempts were obviously futile in the end. What a waste of time. So, the real question is, isn't it confusing that people tell you to go and talk to others, and when you do, they get all upset because that's not exactly what they had in mind. God forbid you talk to someone who actually has something halfway interesting to say--no, stick to your age group and talk about The Jersey Shore, or something. Goddamn stupid idiot who refuses to conform to our standards, away with thee!
I find it irksome that adults (at the time I was not legally one) set such stupid limits on distinct minds because they fail to equate their own experiences with the current process. It's really a tragedy for the person involved, not to mention a waste of time. I recall being rather upset over the direction my life was taking as a result of the outsiders attempting to control my affairs (my mother, most prominent among them), and the limitations set upon me by society and the backlash of my failure to conform to what they all wanted.
I think it extremely confusing that:
1) They don't like it when you don't talk to people, so they tell you to go talk to people
2) When you actually do talk to people and "open yourself up" to them, so to speak, it's somehow not a good thing because it was implied albeit never stated that these people should be around your age, despite the overwhelming fact that there is no uniting factor save that which unites us all as a species.
I just find it refreshing that I no longer have to deal with such nonsense. I resent it, in a way, because I was happy living in the paradise I created, where ideas never stopped flowing. I had to make my joy in introspection become less apparent so as to not attract my mother's attention back when I was under her direct control--yet, I am afraid that I have lost some of the magic as a result. It just irks me that they wouldn't let me be and basically forced me to do something I didn't want to do based solely on misconceptions they had about me.
I miss the freedom, and I hope to regain it again, in time. Now that I am away from all that, I am free to be alone again. It doesn't bother me at all that I have no friends on campus--and I find it rather tedious to oblige to the occasional social event acquaintances of mine wish me to attend. I'm happy just talking to that special person, who is far more interesting than all the rest, in any case.
I'm content with my solitude, and with my life in general, as it is now.
(Sorry for the quasi-rant. I was just reflecting on life, and thought it interesting. Anyone else feel the same way?)