Comparing last year’s surface-level aesthetics to this year’s, not much’s changed. I’m still in the apartment-mansion. Some objects probably haven’t even moved in that year; closer to most. Yet, digging deeper, I feel like I’ve made substantial progress in many important areas, even if I’ve regressed in some other important areas. I’ve written a novel since last year! I may write another before I turn 35! If it weren’t for health degradation, I’d say life’s better…
“What’d you do over your birthday?” “Just hung out with the wife. Did what I wanted to do all weekend, basically.” “That’s great. Our birthdays are the only day where we can be autonomous and really celebrate ourselves. The rest of the year, we’ve gotta give our autonomy over to others.” “I hadn’t really thought of it like that, but you’re right.” This essay publishes on my birthday; what will I do on this day?
If there were one day of the year to practice healthy self-respect, it’d be your birthday. We continually sacrifice ourselves for others throughout the year. Why not reclaim our autonomy on our birthdays? Do what you enjoy doing most, do nothing, or do something ambitious! In “The Story,” Trishna [right] and her family have that attitude toward birthdays, so when John [left] has his first birthday as part of “the family,” it’s a culture shock.
Spoilers?: Minor (just character building)
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I don’t know how much of the introduction to “The Story” will start before John [left] and Trishna [right] meet. It’s an important period, to be sure, rife with rudimentary situations where they both have to learn to tolerate reality. As much as they may want to hide from their situations, bullies, and presents, their adolescences, like our own, is where we form our abilities to evaluate when to fight, flight, or delight in escapism.
The more I see of the homeless population in Seattle, the more I think it’s not a lack of resources available to people that are underprivileged. Shelters, soup kitchens, and scant opportunities are available. But why try? Why is it that there are only a few ways to survive in the Americas: become stressfully rich, scrape by while living in massive debt, or live outside the system? Is there any way out of corporate subjugation?