16 January 2019
When I started the first chapter I felt as if I was just thrown into the life of David Sedaris. As I read further I find myself feeling a sense of pity for the main character. The way he is judged for things he cannot control and in essence outcast by even his family. I am thankful for that even though we have many things in common I will always have someone to go to.
Although I am not as obsessive compulsive as he is with some of his routines, nor am I pompous and selfish thinking. I believe everyone has some things that they like done a certain way and won’t settle for less. So does that make us all OCD to an extent? For example, whenever I have something on the tip of my tongue it will bother and distract me until I figure it out.
Even if it is a couple days later when I awkwardly bring it up in a conversation. I can’t help but understand why he would want to be kidnapped to be treated like royalty. Having a sibling, like my brother, is more than enough to drive anyone crazy. Since he has these uncontrollable urges to do things that could be considered different. He does not make any friends, has raised concern by all of his teachers from fourth grade onward, and is scolded for his actions by his own mother and father.
His mother and father, while pushing the issue under the rug and pretending his compulsions are normal, could at least show the slightest amount of concern to figure out what is causing the dysfunctions.
I can relate in ways because it was different growing up in North Carolina. I moved here in my fourth grade year as well and coming back to the United States from a foreign country was a massive change. The social, educational, and ethics expectations were very different. While in Korea in third grade I was expected to read what would be equivalent to twelfth grade books. I was acclimated to people with a will for education and a burning desire to learn more, read more, do more. Needless to say moving here I have been considered a nerd and have been outcast for it. All for what? A social hierarchy manifest created by today’s youth? My social bubble began to build until eventually I didn’t talk anymore. My thoughts didnt matter so why should I?
I believe everyone can agree that there are many times in our life where our mind just wanders for no particular reason. Where trying to sleep becomes a chore or how the author puts it, What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.(9). Where as his thoughts are symptoms of a mental illness mine are from stress and over thinking. Eventually cigarettes calm him enough to the point where he can sleep. Where as I must first conquer what is causing the stress and develop a rational plan to combat it. I must then reassure myself that it isn’t worth the stress.
I believe that that the story is about a character trying to find his identity. I think this is a more common issue in todays society because there are more people than ever that struggle with themselves mentally. As stated in Modernity and Self Identity personal meaningless is defined as the feeling that life has nothing to offer. This becomes more of a issue with higher modernity. (Giddens, 9). I relate to the main character with some thoughts, feelings, and how he is treated, but there is also alot of things that are not in common. Which in some ways is contributed through the difference of time we are in, growing up with a family that loved me no matter what stupid things I did, and for a big part of my life just being innocent and Naked to the world. Not caring about what anyone else had to say and only focussing on improving.
Giddens, Anthony. Modernity and Self Identity: Self and Society in the Late Modern Age. Polity Press, 1991.