it all started with a conversation i had with my sister maia several days ago. we were talking about terry pratchett and how reading his books always makes us happy. but maia went on to defend pathos in books and said that a good cry is always therapeutic, so she likes to read them once in a while. i disagreed, but for very personal reasons. growing up, i was such a drama queen that by the time i was 20 i already cried enough for 5 lifetimes! it seemed like i was crying every 4 minutes, to tell you the truth.
fast forward to today, when i only ever read books that are well-written, gripping, intelligently funny, and challenges the imagination. to make it short, nicholas sparks and i are not friends. =) i find no need for a good cry. my world is already insane enough without my adding tears to it. besides, my boys (all 3 of them) panic when they see me crying! hahahahahah!
ever since i became a mother, i felt the responsibility to stay (relatively) sane. if not for my sake, then for the sake of my sons. i have no time for drama, no time for pathos. there's already too much of it in the news, why will i look for it in fiction!? besides, i know that there are a lot more important things than my own feelings -- (i actually had to learn that, believe it or not) there's duty, and responsibility, and a lot of nurturing on top of all the little mundane tasks of the day.
so i'm done with the drama (thankfully), the soul-searching, the angst. i'd really rather stay cheerfully insane (a few sandwiches short of a picnic), just the way i am now. i'm a drama queen turned dairy queen. =)
