Honestly y’all, these blogs get harder and harder to write each week. I continually wrack my brain (in often thwarted efforts) to come up with bigger, better, more intriguing, more intricately extravagant, profound things to say. I am up for the challenge most of the time, but when you keep trying to shoot 3 pointers further and further away from the basket, eventually you’ll miss the shot and loose faith in yourself. (Wow, did I really just make a BASKETBALL reference? I must really be running out of things to talk about…) I’m beginning to get excited for the break my mind will get! In trying to come up with a subject for today, I realized that I DO have something I could write about. A few months ago, while researching and discovering different writing communities in NYC, I came across a really GREAT community that goes by the name of Novella. It’s described as a writing club and storytelling salon for all women. Right up my alley! I’ve been following them ever since, and even attended a salon they had 2 months ago (can’t believe I forgot to mention it!). Anywho, fast forward a bit, I’m actually attending another event they will be having tomorrow. At these particular salons, they ask that each attendee prepare a piece (in whichever medium we choose; poem, fiction, short story, script, etc.) to share on a particular prompt. Since I haven’t written anything yet, why not share it with you all first! So here we go…
I’ve been really into “Gossip Girl” lately. A show in which wealthy Upper East siders go through numerous typical teenage problems (and actually some pretty intense adult problems). Not really sure why. I’m nowhere near even middle class, I haven’t been in school since people literally passed handwritten notes, and I basically only talk to my cat most days. But perhaps that’s exactly the reason why I love it. It’s like a mythical fairytale land so far outside the realm of my everyday experience yet the perfect juxtaposition of real…and unreal. It’s also jam packed full of scandalously outrageous drama, which I have absolutely none of at the moment; a gift and a curse if I may say, but every once in a darn while, I need the drama! There’s a strange satisfaction I get watching hyper-realist fictional characters play out almost every unfortunate situation imaginable over the course of 6 short seasons. Pretty addicting.
In an attempt not to spoiler alert those whom I may have persuaded to now tune in and relish in the glory that is Gossip Girl, I will speak vaguely about one of my favorite reoccurring thematic undertones throughout the series; Can people really change, or are we just who we are? This just so happens to be one of my favorite philosophical questions, probably of all time. Using the fictional example of Gossip Girl, most characters are presented to us initially as being a certain way. A lot of them do proceed to “change”, for good and for bad. But sometimes they go back…and then forth… and then back again…and you guessed it, forth again. All of this back and forth gets me thinking, no matter how much someone fights to change who they really are, is it all in vain? Should we accept our fate and the fate of others who continually claim that they are no longer the person they use to be?
More relatably, I’m sure we have all experienced those people in our lives who have claimed to change or claim they WILL change. It’s practically human nature to atleast WANT to believe the things that people tell you, especially the people you love. But how many times have these promises been broken? Even worse, how many times have we broken these promises? (See that’s why I don’t even try to make promises anymore… but that’s another story for another day.) It’s all such a grey area of life if you ask me. I don’t really think there IS one definitive answer. When something grows, it will naturally change into something else more evolved, yet keep alot of it’s original properties. We see this with both living and non living objects. Sweaters will change color after a few washes, but still feel the same. Bread will get soggy if you put too much ketchup on it, but it still tastes bready. You get the idea. Same goes for people I believe. There are plenty of good people who do bad things, but are they still good? Contrarily, there are bad people who do good things, but are they indeed still bad? In instances like that, what, or who, are we to trust? What single event actually denotes “a change” within a person?
I just so happen to be one of those saps who firmly believe in the duality of life as we know it. It’s very possible for different versions of ourselves to coexist within us. The ever tipping scale may appear to others as change, but the scale itself remains the same. This in turn leads me to think about the relation to all matter and the properties of change; both chemical and physical. When my natural curly hair is straightened with a flat iron, to the untrained eye, it appears to be an entire new head of hair (as many also think, I’m an entirely different person). But alas, with a bit of water, the curls return. There is, however, that naughty little nuisance referred to simply as, a perm, that does in fact have the altruistic capability of changing the hair texture forever… Thank goodness we as people are (even if ever so slightly) more complex than mere lustrous locks. But it does make you think, is there some perm like event that really COULD change us? Forever? For humanity’s sake, I really hope for those of us who wish to change, do. I mean, if we didn’t believe in this very thing, there’d be no need for prison, right? But this too is another story for another day…
P.s. WHEW! Glad I finally finished writing this dang thing so I can get back to watching more Gossip Girl! (lol, but seriously though, I promise my blog sabbatical wont only consist of Netflix and chillin (I hope)).
P.p.s. I will have to read this out loud to a group of people I don’t know, so hopefully my theatrics will make it engaging to follow along with. I also may revise it a bit before tomorrow. I’ll be sure to share the reactions I get!
P.p.p.s. The piece I wrote for last month’s salon was actually pretty darn good. The prompt was “Age”. Perhaps I’ll share that one as well!