Interests

Hey everyone! How are you doing? I am finally feeling one hundred percent better.

I got the stomach flu on Thursday morning of last week and now, a week later, I am feeling better and able to keep my food down. Thank God. It was just that horrible that I will spare all of you the nasty details and get onto my subject for this week's blog.

What I would like to talk about is more of a question I suppose. I know that I have had particular interests, I would say, the past four years of my life. But as I continue to learn and to grow, I find that my interests aren't really interesting to me anymore. For example, I am an avid reader. I absolutely love to read just about anything. But here is the thing, I am having a difficult time finding things to read that are sparking my interest. Maybe it is because I have read everything there is to read? I seriously doubt that, but what is the real answer to that question?

Maybe it is because our entire world seems to be obsessed with reading and writing about vampires, werewolves, or something as equally as stupid. Okay, hold on. I know I may be angering some people right now, but stop and think about it for a minute. What happened to authors like Edgar Allan Poe, James Joyce, Joseph Conrad, T.S. Eliot, or Ernest Hemingway? Oh yeah. That's right. People simply cannot write like them because they are so different and unique.

I guess that is my rant for the week. When I read authors such as the above mentioned, I know that I could never adapt a writing style like theirs. And to be quite honest with everyone, it somewhat ticks me off. I guess it ticks me off because I know I will never be as well-developed as them and I thought that was the main reason why I was in school. To learn from these people and try to do as well as them.

But it seems as though that my time is running short. I find myself in classes such as Contemporary Literature, reading a bunch of poetry that even the professor has a hard time understanding what these poets were trying to say. What exactly does that tell me? That tells me that I could never write like that; therefore, I will never be published, ever. It also tells me that I will never get a job anywhere because I know even less about poetry than my professor does.

So I guess the thing I am asking is this: what are your interests? I want to adapt some new and interesting things so that I can maybe have an opportunity to learn and grow in another field other than my own. I want to be able to become a better writer. I also want to know others opinions so that it helps me through this much needed process.

I appreciate any comments than anyone can make.
See you all next Monday!