Witty Repartee, Doofus of the grandest kind. (yrael) wrote in thejoysoflife_i,
Witty Repartee, Doofus of the grandest kind.
yrael
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Bridge to Anywhere Else

What an odd feeling, knowing something before some else. Do you divulge it to someone else? or do you let them figure it out on their own.

It's kind of hitting me hard, that writing can't hold every possibility of emotions in it. one of my favorite authors recently decribed that certain joys can't be expressed in blogging, that you had to be there in order to feel the shear JOY in that moment (Joygasm!).

But, I figured that this is what it's for. Sharing. It doesn't have to mean much to another person, but just typing it out makes it so much better, you know?

prelude to the real post

I was surfing pages, as per usual to me just on the internet when I came across a title I haven't read in a Long while, a book that I always thought I'd enjoy to the grave, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. Boy, what a head rush!

Fifth grade, I read that, long enough to seem like centuries ago, and close enough that I remember how I turned to love reading. That year just... Changed what kind of a person I was, from being an incorridgable Closetted person to someone slightly more outgoing.

clicking on it revealed something a bit more different. Yet another book that Amazon decided to try and advertise, the Bridge to Terabithia. The name was so fluffy and GIRLY, yet it lead to me foolishly reading all the way to the end of the book in the middle of class. I burst out in tears in the middle of class, silently digesting the tragic like ending.

It wasn't until I finished it that I realized I was crying and that the class was so much farther behind. What to do?! Therein laid the dilema. I still had my finger where they were, many chapters away from the aggravating ending. I could do nothing to really tell them, how can one emulate the pure saddness from reading it yourself, finding out so painfully?

I wiped away my tears and decided to only tell them, "It has a sad ending."

oh, but before it becomes sad, there's something before it. something that has setimental value. pure and simple like that. Tell the world, tell your best friend, and also the slightly important, to the people that stuble blindly grasping at this community.

Thanks for reading! (oh noes, xpostage!)
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