Out Of The Basket, Into The Fire

Mood: lazy
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I haven't posted as much stuff here as i should, so i'm just posting an update here to y'know, get my mind off things. I owe a lot of stories to this blog, and i swear i'll get around to writing them someday (specifically in the near future).

I guess i'm just posting here to put in this quote i remember from Jessica Zafra. I forgot the exact wording, but basically, she says that when she was a child, she used to play "chicken in the basket" with the other kids. This is, i think, one of the most accurate displays of life in a children's game ever: two people join hands to form a basket, and there is an "it" or a "chick" inside of these baskets. Unfortunately, there is also one "it" or a "chick" outside of them. At a given signal, all of the baskets are released, and the "chicks" inside them go out and go inside another basket. Ultimately, there would always be a chick left outside.

Anyway, Zafra shares her experience and her insight: it was traumatizing to be the perpetual chick outside of the baskets. And then she realized that maybe she was never made to be a chick inside the basket and she has been comfortably alien ever since.

I think this is a very inspirational story. Very inspirational indeed.

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Anyway, i just got over the 1st day of class, and it wasn't as horrible as i should be. Going home, i mulled over the same things, ate the same things, bought the same things.

I should add another detour, i think.

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