The Dumb Genius
Written on 2002-12-06, at 2:38 p.m.
I think this is the first time I've written an entry in school. Why am I writing this entry in school, after school, on a Friday, might you ask? Why, because Kipp's pre-show rehearsal does not start until 5:30, and my mother still absolutely hates the fact that I'm doing this production, so she will not give me a ride. Which means, that if I wanted to get back here by 5:30, I'd have to take public transportation, which is so unbelievably slow I'd probably have to end up leaving almost immediately after I got home - if I left for home, that is. Which I did not. I'm staying here until 5:30, here being the school library. Wait, that closes at 3:00, which means I'm going to have to bum around the halls for an hour and a half. Huzzah (note the sarcastic undertone in that exclamation).
Reading Hamlet and his soliloquys has reaffirmed so many conclusions I have already reached on my own. As I have said in this D-land before (this entry being an example) I fully recognize and hate/love (my eternal, paradoxical state of being; therein lies the dumb/genius) the insightfulness of Shakespeare.
However, reaffirming these conclusions does not bring about a solution, most unfortunately. To be, or not to be - so many reaffirmed and definite questions, without reaffirmed and definite answers. The love-hate relationships, the stupid brilliance of it all, the unfathomable understanding, the glowing darkness, to be, or not to be. So very different, yet one and the same; only one and yet always both.
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