Wednesday, February 4, 2009

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I find myself to be incredibly boring. That is the main obstacle to this personal essay thing: I don't have anything of substance to write about myself. I mean not that I am bored with my life. I love my life. I have done some really amazing things and met some incredible people. I'm in a wonderful (wow listen to all of these bland, generic descriptors!) relationship that sounds more like a romantic movie than real life. But that doesn't mean anyone else wants to actually read those things. I don't even write them for myself. My own personal writing is more focused on processing the world around me - the intense experiences I have had in poverty, with refugees, in isolated rural communities and overcrowded urban slums, in extreme wealth, with abuse of all types, etc. I process those experiences, I process my intense and growing dislike and discomfort with almost all aspects of American culture. The challenges are A) to weave that into some sort of narrative about myself and B) to not rage against the US and the screwed-up-ness of the world for 15 pages.... which I could do, but it would be neither readable nor effective. Looks like it might be a long night. 

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