observations from behind a coffee cup.

• Music exists to make life bearable.
• Beards, once deemed a majority of a man's face, should be granted unalienable rights. Such as voting.
• I wish Jeremy Irons narrated my life.

on the preferance of lit circles.

Essays are death.
Essays on the analysis of Hamlet are death come to stalk me.
Seriously: this guy Shakespeare has been around since 1564, written thirty-eight plays and a buttload of sonnets, been analyzed and scrutinized and disassembled and dismembered and reassembled and cast in bronze and completely picked apart by Harvard and Yale professors for the past four-hundred-odd years and they expect freshmen to write something new and refreshing about him?
Fat chance.
This is why lit circles and Socratic Seminars would be the ideal sole teaching tool in college English classrooms.
Buncha kids come in, read a book, chat about the book, bounce ideas and suppositions off each other until something magical happens, then go on about their daily lives with no written homework to headache about while still retaining the essence of discussion and musing on the mentioned throughout their daily lives.
Perfect.
Why essay.
Whyyy essay. :c

walrus.

Trust me on this: if you project a desire into the universe, the universe will answer you.
A time ago, I was a wee lad and had no idea about women. At that time, I really could be satisfied with anyone, as long as I had an outlet to pour my feelings out. There were a few girls in my school I was close with - and though we called it 'dating', it was more just an excuse to waste phone minutes.
Then there came a girl who changed my life by being my first everything: first date, first kiss, holding hands through the hall... and I thought this must be what love feels like!
I was convinced I was in love, and, (I blame my foreign upbringing) that I must hold on to it since I found it.
This sick mentality caused me to stay with her for three years. Three (miserable, by the end) years.
What a bitch - lady love. Really.
It was hard to break off from her, since we'd both grown so used to each other, but it had to be done because it was killing both of us. A big help in this part of my life was, ironically, another girl.
By the end of the three years with that girl (let's call her Betty), I had fallen out of love and was wrestling with the idea of finally breaking it off, and suddenly: into my life comes Kathryn.
This revolutionized everything.
As I fell deeper and deeper in love with Kathryn, it became easier and easier to ignore Betty's texts, emails, phone calls... until she figured something was up and confronted me.
Women make the worst conversations even worse.
I told her "Hey, look: you're a nice person, a great friend... I just don't feel we should be together. After three years you've started treating our relationship like a marriage, and I'm not ready for that kind of commitment. Also, I'm in love with someone way prettier than you now."
... Not exactly verbatim, but that's the gist of it.
You know... she didn't take that very well. Not well at all, in fact.
I broke up with her on the last day of Junior Year.
Kathryn and I developed mutual feelings for each other and that summer was the most amorous summer in my -life-. I didn't drive yet, and neither did she, so whenever I could I would walk, in the July heat, to her house from mine. On average, that took about two and a half hours.
She was an angel, and I tumbled down the deepest rabbit hole ever.
I think I truly love her. I feel it.

their importance is underestimated.

Beards. Boys don't grow beards to make men, no.... Beards grow men to make boys.