Sunday, December 9, 2007

Metacognition... I think that's thinking about thinking...

1. I see A LOT of things in our society/world that concern me. I'm stressed out 24/7. One thing is the ever-present pressure of being perfect. While there may be different definitions of the word, the pressure is always there and the expectation is nearly never met. If it is met, there is the pressure of maintaining that perfection. I feel that this pressure is especially harsh on the females. You have to be thin, but not too thin and at the same time have enormous breasts and a nice butt, but not too big of breasts because otherwise you're considered a porn star. I think this pressure is ever present because the media is throwing images of "perfection" and the idea of the "perfect life" at us at a rapid rate.

2. My friend "Mary-Loo" is ALWAYS very positive and energetic. She's always doing something fun and there is never a dull minute when you are with her. She's also a very loyal and trustworthy friend because I know if I tell her something she wont make me feel stupid or spread it around to everyone else. I also know she wont bitch about me behind my back. Also she is extremely outgoing and that is definitely one thing I envy about her.

3. Oh my lord... there are so many books and movies that I love that have inspired me. Of course I love all the Harry Potter books because there are so many details and images in JK Rowling's writing and the plot was intricately woven. Those books make me want to be more imaginative and make me want to be a better creative writer. Secondly, I love the Augusten Burroughs books because the language is so raw and blunt. Not to mention the dark and witty humor. These books just make me think of things in a whole new light. As for movies, they're really for just entertainment. However, if you look at some of the story lines to them, some of them have absolutely fantastic plot lines and dialogs, which are somethings I need to work on in my writing. I just need to make my dialogs more natural sounding.

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