Some things we don't grow out of.

I thought that once I left high school I wouldn't have to deal with the exclusion and bullying thing. Well as I read and we discussed Swamp Boy I realized that it still happens. I know that people still prey on others not only at my age, but even into "adulthood." I use quotations for the word because I am not sure I really believe in it. I think that we don't ever really grow up. I mean there is a level of "maturity" that some people gain, but I don't always think that since someone is 18 or 21 that makes then an "adult." Adults just have bigger mistakes to make. There a really good movie I've seen, You Me and Everyone We Know: it's about the difference between children and adults (or lack there of). Check out the movie if you haven't seen it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0415978/trailers-screenplay-E24072-314

Hardy Har HAR

A pirate is wild.

So I think that when I am to the point of not being able to control my emotions, I am truly wild. Now that I think about it I have more wild moments than I am aware of. When I cry I feel wild. Maybe that is the attraction to it. It always feels better to cry. That could be why. Crying is a natural thing to do when we are sad or bothered. We learn this from birth after all. I say this because even though it truly wasn't today was the worst day of my life. I'm a bit over-dramatic. I know.

MONday roomKEY

As i sit wondering. I WONDER wonder. I wander as I wonder. Who said that? Any who, I thought of the phrase "The Wrath of God." I thought about the movie what stood out to me. I started to think of the movie with the monkeys at the end. I thought of how that was wild and why it was wild. THen I thought it would be truly wild if the humans were monkeys and the monkeys were humans. It would be so creepy, but I often see the public as a bunch of monkeys acting WILD with shopping malls and such. Maybe those are the moments that people are truly wild in our modern day world. Shopping Malls at Christmas.

Mermaids are WONDERful

As my eager roommate peered over my shoulder she exclaimed, "Mermaids!"
"No Kelly," I explained, "That doesn't say mermaids." After my reply I started to think of the wildness of a mermaid. The wildness of the creative thought that birthed the idea of the mermaid. It all started with a seaman suffering from sleepless nights and too many foggy mornings to confuse a sea cow for a mermaid. It only took a hint of confusion for his imagination to run WILD. Maybe that's what our childish fantasies of other worlds with fairies and dark lords is derived from. And, unless you are a great author, artist, or screen writer you are seen as odd to still dream of such things past the age of 10. Is it society that drives out this WILD part of our imaginations to make us see the world as more "practical" and "serious"? Only the kid who gets made fun of for "still playing with toys" understands this. The child who is forced to stop playing in an imaginary world feels the sorrow of leaving the WILD imagination. Why are we forced to leave this exciting sense of wonder in everything behind?

Domestic is for Dog

In a pondering thought of what it really means to be wild in Thoreau's idea I thought of myself as a woman. I decided that if a woman was to truly be wild she would be nothing that she is expected to be in our society. And as I decided in the shower, that I was not going to shave my legs because I didn't feel like it, I thought of so many things that women are supposed to do and be that inhibits them from wildness. I agree that in today's world things have gotten much better, but in the past-say the 1950's-things were much worse.
Things that women in American society are typically responsible for
-shaving (Women can't have facial hair, leg hair, arm pit hair, excessive arm hair, back hair...you know what I'm saying.)
-obedience to husband(cooking, cleaning, sweeping in pearls)
-being thin
-not getting pregnant when their not supposed to
-being graceful
-being the "damsel in distress"
-being weaker than men
-being extremely polite (no farting or burping)
-bearing children
I'm not really a feminist, but I do feel that it is more work for a woman to be wild. It might be due mostly to the socially accepted hygiene standards, but still.

Wild, Whiled

In reading the letter from Lope de Aguirre, my first thought was "What an asshole." I thought it interesting his sarcasm in repeating the king's title over and over again. King King King. He is throwing it in his face that he has the power to end the suffering that Aguirre is feeling. The use of religion as a weapon really bothered me as well. Now that I've thought of that, how about this? It bothers me (as it should everyone) that there have been so many wars and so many killings done in the name of religion. Now, I don't even know what I think anymore about "God", but I know that this is ridiculous. If there is a God I don't think that he would honor taking lives in his name when people can't even be sure that is what their "God" wants. So I'm throwing out the idea that far to many-a-war have been fought in the name of religion.

The Not-So-Practical Practicality of Henry David Thoreau

It is true that I sat openmouthed in awe of the vision of freedom and wildness Thoreau presented in "Walking", but I am also left wondering. The thought of ignoring all of the stresses of the modern day world and just living with my WILDNESS seems so freeing and also so lonely. I say lonely because it is also a natural human desire to organize. If I separate myself from my country, my womanhood, and my race it is true that I might feel free and wild, but there is also something to be said of the feeling of belonging. There is comfort in a community of people. There is comfort in organization. I am not lying astray the idea of breaking free, I just think there is a happy median-as with most everything-to what Thoreau is saying. However, being AWARE of our WILDNESS is a necessity I feel. So now I sit aware wide-eyed.