America's 2nd Language

Complaint.

Today for class we read Hemmingway's "A clean, well-lighted place." I found the focus of "nothing" quite poignant especially after a spat I had the night before. In this particular quibble I told somebody "nothing" was wrong and they did not believe me and therefore were quite peeved. But maybe that is exactly what is wrong, as in the story for those of you who are familiar with it, "nothing". It is very short so if you haven't read it you should find it and read it now. A similar theme was in the fine movie "Dogma" which I viewed last night. And I think that all three of these incidents happened more than coincidentally. Realistically speaking I must be noticing this theme particularly much right now because of its pertinence. If there is a God though, He planned this. Because "nothing" is what is wrong with me right now... a lack of hope, faith, passion, morality, loyalty, trust, and general stability. I get short glimpses of these, and then I do some crazy thing and it all fades to "nothing" again.

In other news my new class seems to be rather interesting thus far. Any class where I get to read two Faulkner novels is passably decent regardless.