Lately: I have been feeling helpless. I went to read Madame Bovary for a class. I found I was yelling at the protagonist--a wife and mother cheating on her husband with two separate lovers--for being so weak, stupid, needy...
...and after a time I began to feel like I was yelling at myself. She and I need people. Need men. Need to feel cared about, need excitement in life. This book, scarily, hit home. I wish it didn't.
Will be there when I need it...or the next...or the next? Does this mean that I've let other people down as well? Statistics would say yes. Definitely. Oh. no.
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- Laura G
- The Pacific Northwest, United States
- Friend, Daughter, Singer. Reader and Writer; better at the former and working on the latter. I am obsessed with ghost stories, sea chanties and appalachian folk songs.
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