Updated: Nov 26, 2018
Haven’t blogged in a bit, so I figured I would write a bit while I sit on this airplane, on my way to Dearborn for the week. I am going up for work, which is a nice change of pace from the office life in my corner of Kentucky. I’ll tell you about this book I just read. It’s called Bright’s Passage.
Josh Ritter is the author, and I told you a little about him in my last post. For his first book, this was great. Bright’s Passage told a story about a young man who grew up on an impoverished farm with his Mother. She was an outcast, due to marrying a poor man, Bright’s Father. The story runs back and forth between Bright’s time in the war, and his time at home. The book begins with Bright burning down his home, with his dead wife inside, who had just passed away from childbirth. He seems to have an angel of sorts speaking to him throughout the book, leading him to various actions; all with one finality in mind, to save this child that was born and claim it as the new “King of Heaven”. Some actions suggested by said angel are strange and even ridiculous; others make him seem to be a legit angel (If there is such a thing). Bright’s wife, the one that died, was a daughter to a hateful ass old man and sister to two weird brothers, that killed animals for fun. We all know that people who enjoy killing animals are more than merely screwed up. Anyhow, the brothers and her father want revenge on Bright, because they believe that he truly “stole” their sister/daughter from them. They also want the baby from Bright. I am making assumptions, when I say that I think the baby’s mother was probably abused by the man and boys, but Ritter never really clarifies. He leaves you to figure it out. Anyhow, the angel is saving him constantly from those three idiots, and trying to save the child from getting into the hands of the men as well. I won’t say anymore, because I feel like I will be giving away too much. This book was also a nice change of pace from all the YA I have been reading lately. Go read it.
On a fun note, I went to a high school football game by myself this past week. There were teenagers in jumpsuits for Homecoming princess crowing, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they felt about sitting down to pee totally naked in a high school football field bathroom. I expect maybe that thought didn’t cross their mind when they saw how cute they looked in their fancy outfit.
I don’t usually get out too much, with big groups of people, as the overstimulation mentally exhausts me, but someone I was sitting with made a comment to me. She said I was an introvert/anti-social and that I needed to get out more. I was almost offended, but I am trying not to use that word anymore out loud or mentally, as I feel it is almost immature to use it in a sentence with adults, like saying something is unfair. I told her that I appreciated her opinion, and that I would try and keep that in mind when I was out at my next social mixer. And people wonder why I would rather spend my time wrapper up in a book versus with other humans. It’s sickening really how people think they know you, when they really don’t know anything about you at all. I am actually very sure there are only a handful of people that really know me, and she was not one of them.
Someone told me that people see what they want to see, and I have to say that I agree with that. For me, being with people is nice and all, but in measured doses, depending on the company. I don’t think being social mean being with a ton of people at once though, do you? Talking about meaningless shit, like the weather, their new car, or your vacation to Disney. I think any meaningful interaction with another human is being social, whether that be in person, online, or on the phone. But it must be meaningful. I tend to try and forget things like this when people say them to me, as they are not relevant to my survival, but maybe I am everything they say I am? Or maybe everyone else is in the grips of some unknown exstacential crisis? Maybe they are the ones that are in need of a psychological awakening. I think I am through mine now, but I am still wading through the muck and the mire of the after effects. Do you ever notice how people are so quick to hurt each other now-a-days? I do.
I have been spending many nights outside lately, staring up. Sometimes, I wonder if I am waiting for someone to come get me, and take me someplace else? I feel so cheated when I look at the stars.
I’ll blog about The Martian after I finish it. Y’all have a good week. I am going to have a beer and read this book.