The Friday Four: Silliness and Immaturity

1. So I was browsing through the local arrest photos (because sometimes you can find some rather interesting characters to use in fiction; I once found a picture of someone who looked exactly how I picture one of my main characters) and saw someone whose first name was Loquacious. I laughed for about five minutes straight.

2. “Rude” by Magic! (or is it “MAGIC!”?) is stuck in my head and is making me think about the whole “guy asking the girl’s father if he can marry his daughter” thing. Some people say it’s outdated, but if I was getting married, I’d probably want my dad and my “suitor” to have a good relationship, so my dad wouldn’t beat him up later on. 🙂 And I would want my suitor to respect my dad enough to ask him in the first place. Then my dad could warn my suitor about how crazy I really am.

3. Along the same lines as #2, I was thinking that if I ever get another significant other, I want him to be Catholic, so I won’t have to jump over the hurdle of reconciling two different belief systems (been there, done that). Then it occurred to me that “Catholic” is actually fairly wide ranging. On a scale of 1 to 10, from least to most Catholic, at 1, you have lapsed Catholics who never go to Mass (not even on Christmas or Easter) or receive sacraments, then at 10, you have Catholics who follow every single doctrine well… religiously. So my requirement of “Catholic” is a lot broader than I thought…

4. I agree with this article, about how teenagers need more sleep and that many high schools start classes far too early. But I think I must have been some kind of alien in high school: I got up at 5:15 and went to bed somewhere around 9 or 9:30 and never had any sleeping problems; I went straight to sleep and got up immediately the next morning, and I was always energetic. Even on the weekend, I don’t think I ever slept in later than 8:30 or 9 a.m. Didn’t have much of a social life, but my grades were good. 🙂

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

August Blues

As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?

I hate to use the word nostalgia when I’m not even 30 yet, but seeing all the school buses on the road got me all nostalgic and made me think of first days of school in the past. When I was a kid, I hated summer. Well, the first couple of weeks were OK, but after that, it was basically a long, seemingly endless time of waiting for school to start again. I was one of those severely nerdy kids who loved school, and if I had the money, I would have continued and gotten a master’s degree. There was once a time when I entertained thoughts of getting a PhD, then reality hit me, and I realized that a PhD in English literature would be virtually useless, especially because I had no intention of teaching, let alone at the college level.

In a way, I wish the year-round school calendar had been in place when I was younger; that way, the summer wouldn’t have seemed so long and endless. But now that I’m an “adult” and summer is the busiest time of the year at my job, the summer is a lot more fun and goes by much quicker. I’m kind of amazed that it’s not still June, and I’m also a little bit sad that summer is ending because I’m not that fond of colder weather. Other than that, it’s just a normal change of season.

How about you? Did you love school, hate it, or somewhere in between?


The Ex-Crush

A lot of teenagers can relate to the situations in YA books; that’s why they read them. But back when I was a teenager, I found it difficult to relate to some of the situations (maybe I wasn’t reading the right kind of YA?). In YA books, the main character’s crush usually notices them and ends up falling in love with them by the end of the book, and the pair ends up together forever (or so the author implies). This does not happen in real life. What usually happens is (1) the crush never notices you at all, and you eventually lose interest; (2) the crush expresses interest, but both parties are too shy to act on it, and they eventually lose interest; or (3) the crush expresses interest and you end up dating that person, but you then discover that your crush is nothing like how you had envisioned them when you had the crush on them, and you eventually lose interest (and/or get irrationally disgusted).

That’s where the concept of the “ex-crush” comes in. A few years ago, I wrote a story and posted it on a site called FictionPress. In the story, my main character had a crush on a guy that she thought was really cool, but they briefly got together and she figured out that he wasn’t her type AT ALL. So from then on, she began to call him her “ex-crush,” but she continued to feel more strongly toward him (mostly negative feelings at that point) than she ever felt toward anyone else (including the guy she eventually ended up with).

The odd thing about crushes is that, even if you never get together with that person, you still invest a lot of time and emotional energy getting over them when you discover that they weren’t the idealized figure you had envisioned in your mind. Usually, when you think of the word “crush,” you think of something light and airy and frivolous that you’ll get over in a couple of months (kind of ironic, considering that “crush” is also a violent term). I don’t think the depiction of a crush as something silly is entirely accurate. They can be pretty serious, even more so when you’re young.