Holden Caulfield is a rich white kid with rich white kid problems, so he runs away. He ALMOST has sex with a prostitute. He calls his girlfriend a pain in the ass, a great literary example of irony as Holden is literature’s biggest pain in the ass. He takes his sister Phoebe to the zoo. It rains. Holden is a grown up now.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
That is exactly my definition of love. No other words are needed.
Although I already watched the new episodes of the fourth season, I started watching the first season today. Everyone looks so much younger and so much scrawnier. Goodness! And everyone’s hilarious. Tara is my homegirl. I don’t know why people dislike her. I think she’s badass in the first season; I think she’s badass in the fourth season. We’ll see how I feel as I continue watching. Lafayette… oh my god. There are no words for Lafayette. He is the epitome of flaming flamboyant gay guy. Ugh, he’s just fabulous.
Then there’s Jason Stackhouse. Seeing how he turned out, he’s pretty awesome. But God, I’m in love with the tool and douchebag that he was in the first season. I mean, really! AH. HAHAHA.
They’re overprotective to the point of suffocation. They can be absolute hypocrites at times. They drive me up the wall with their constant nagging. I’ve contemplated running away on multiple occasions. I’ve cried myself to sleep because of them on multiple occasions. Despite all of these things, I don’t know what I’d do without them.
I sometimes wonder where I would be if they didn’t raise me and love me the way they did. Would I end up pregnant? Would I end up smoking my lungs out? Would I end up dead somewhere because of a stupid decision? Would I make a billion more mistakes than I do now?
Thankfully, those are questions to which I’ll never find the answer, because I’m grateful for what I’ve accomplished and done, in part to my annoying but amazing parents.