Well, this break I have had quite the pile of books to read. I finished Fire by Kristen Cashore. The companion book to Graceling that takes place some 30-40 years before was overall better. It's tough to put my finger on it but weighing the main characters against one another, Fire is a fucking whiny baby and Katsa is totally bad ass. But overall Fire has, I think, a better plot line and is more intelligent. There was some drama that really pissed me off and the pacing of both books is infrequent and tiring. Overall it was pretty good.
Then I read The Hunger Games. In like 30-ish hours. I started it last night around 8:00 and finished it today around 12:30. It was a simple read but at the same time an amazingly complex text. I kinda hate that there is a book review from Stephanie Meyer on the back but she's also praised Harry Potter...
Anyways, Katniss is a type of root. Likened to a potato... no, it's the main character. A girl, who, like me, is somehow incapable of love. I mean, she obviously has love for others and shows it; but as the receiver of such affection, she freaks out.
So do I.
But this isn't a blog post about me; it's actually about what the book made me think about love.
It's complicated. As if that's not said enough *rolls eyes* but there was something brought up in the book that I have rarely encountered before.
The fact that the term 'love is a complex thing' is a outrageous understatement. I mean like saying the water temple in just about any Zelda game is a little confusing. Fuck that. It's hard as shit.
There is this thing called lateral thinking. For me, it's in the stupid online puzzle games I play. You have to think about several reactions to one action on many different levels at once. (Try MOTAS-took me hours).
The dictionary definition of it is:
"(Psychology) a way of solving problems by rejecting traditional methods and employing unorthodox and apparently illogical means."
So everything about lateral thinking tells us that the normal reasoning hopelessly entwined in our minds from lifetimes of societal pressures is nothing. Throw that out the window.
So since love is already complicated and so hard to define, would it be safe to say that in order to truly know the meaning of love, in all it's meant to be, from what we expect and could never dream of, that one must be capable of lateral feeling?
Or in other words, instead of finding a route that is sensible and concise our 'hearts' are only capable of these convoluted tricky maze-like paths?
Chew on that with your dinner.
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