Reaction to reading and other stuff

            Before looking at these readings and partaking in our in-class discussion, I had never thought about how writing can be so defining about the author. “All writing is Autobiography” brings up an extremely interesting point about how whatever you write, somewhat describes who you are because of your personal intricate details. The author also claims that by writing it, even if you’re writing fiction, it becomes autobiographical; by describing and imagining a story, it becomes somewhat real to you.

            I am conflicted on the matter, because I do think that writing does exemplify the author, to an extent, but what the readings fail to consider is how everything is an autobiography by this logic, and, yes, I mean literally anything you do. I could open a door, and somehow in the way I walk, the way I reach for the handle and pull, and even the way I look at it describes me in some way. The personalization of such a small action may seem negligible, but it does exist. The reason it is so clear in writing, is the same as how it becomes clear when you sit and have a conversation with someone. You hear their voice and their manner of speaking, and you subconsciously make an impression of who this person is. Writing is the exact same thing, because it is simply the authors voice put into written words. Furthermore, to the logic that by writing it, it becomes a part of you, is the same as doing anything at all; by opening the door, it has become a part of my past, despite how forgettable the action must seem.

            I can’t seem to agree or disagree, because I do technically agree with the concept of it, as I described above, but it leaves out so much. It’s like asking me if I agree that my pillow exists. I do definitely agree that it exists, but that statement basically means nothing, because everything around, and anything we see or hear or sense in anyway, or even believe to be true, somewhat exists.

            I have enough to say on that matter, yet I have 150 words left to say things, so I might just explain how my weekend went. On Friday, my brother was in town. Since I am from Boston, and he was staying at my house, I went over and visited him for the evening. I had not seen him for some time, so it was a lot of fun. We just chilled, got burritos and watched some Game of Thrones.

            The rest of my weekend was not that interesting, except for the Patriots’ game that was crazy. Sorry Professor Stockman, but it is hard to deny that Tom Brady is the GOAT, especially after watching him play like that in the end. It makes me consider how lucky I am to have been raised in this state, with awesome sports teams. Everybody hates the Patriots, but we thrive off of the hatred. Okay, my 500 words are up, see you tomorrow, Professor.