Still working my way through my English teacher's list of classics. Right now I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, which is amazing. I don't know why I, as an avid reader, never bothered to read hardly any classics. I've noticed such a huge difference between modern literature and classic literature. Classic literature is driven more by morality and the underlying themes to the story, whereas this modern crap is all plot-driven.
Sure, there are a few modern gems to be found (The Book Thief, Let Me In, The House of the Scorpion, to name a few), but for the most part, authors suck nowadays. I mean, all the classics I've been reading have really made me thought about certain aspects of my life. The plotting in the classics is more deliberate, and not as fast and jarring as today's books. It just feels like today's authors know how short people's attention spans have become, so they cram as much plot into the story as possible.
I think reading all these classics has made me realize this, and it's made me reconsider myself as a writer. I mean, a year or so ago I would've been bored out of my mind reading The Grapes of Wrath or Dorian Gray. But now I adore them. I appreciate them for their longevity, and their messages. It's just so tragic that even literature is turning into garbage nowadays. It's bad enough that music, TV, and movies have turned into utter trash. I'm really hoping that I can break the cycle, and become an awesome writer, and put out books that put this modern fickle to shame. I know I'll never be comparable to the likes of Oscar Wilde or John Steinbeck, but I can try.
But anyway, my mom. She tried to start an argument yesterday by suggesting that I not get any gifts for Christmas since I don't believe in the birth of Christ. I believe in the giving aspect of Christmas, but no, I don't believe in the origin of it. I told her fine, take all my gifts back, if you really want to punish me for not believing the same thing as you. I'm an atheist, and I still insist on buying shit for people. Why? Because this time of year is about giving. I'm sure there are plenty of fellow atheists out there who buy gifts during the holidays. It's not a big deal.
My mom never took my gifts back. My comment made her drop the subject. I know she wants to punish me for being an atheist, she's just not sure how. Whatever.
In other news, my sister is having boy problems. Perfectly natural part of adolescence, I know. But I saw some of the texts he sends to her, and damn, that kid is a douche. He must take after his mother. His mom wanted to have dinner with my mom and sister, like their kids are gonna fucking get married or something, and when my sister said she didn't want to go, and her boyfriend's mom heard that, she told her son that my sister was a dumb bitch.
Um, excuse me whore? Who the hell are you to call a harmless twelve-year-old girl a bitch? Who the fuck does that? First of all, his mom took their dating WAY too seriously. Second of all, the fact that she called my sister a bitch just because she's not comfortable with the idea of having dinner with her really shows that she's a heartless cunt. I urged my mom to call his mom and defend my sister, but she's spineless so she never did.
God damn this whole thing pisses me off. And he calls her horrible names in his texts to my sister, just like his mom. I've considered talking to her about this, and telling her that you should never let anyone, boyfriend or otherwise, talk to you that way, but I think she needs to learn the lesson herself. She's 12. She's too young to get so serious about a relationship. She's cried over him before, which is ridiculous. She just needs to enjoy life before she gets to high school.
Sorry. As you can tell, I'm very protective of my sister.