Simply difficult questions I’m struggling here.
Difficult questions I was saying.
First it wanted me to enter a name. A name? You’re making it even harder by asking such simple questions. I know a name, so what about it? Do not drag me into suspicion by asking obvious things.
Second there is, what was it, yes, enter a short bio? A short bio? Get a hold yourself, it’s B-I-O: Bless the Ignorant’s Oblivion. Not Burst Insignificant Odds. Here’s some ignorant chit chat that you would enjoy. I have had a short life you can say, not because I’m young. One thing that me, you, any one, and no one can be sure is that it is constantly changing. So I chose “constantly in progress.”
Moving on to the third obstacle, the biggest one, the ultimate challenge that we are here to deal head on: Top right section says, “write a story.” Oh well.
Stories, you say. I quote directly from Paul Auster, “Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.” As a humble additon to this statement, I would like to say these stories can only be told by those who deserve to tell them.” So you, me, anyone and everyone needs some guts. Stories live to be told. Beyond and beyond. Blah and blah.
He also says, “The story is not in the words, it’s in the struggle.” Something like that. Something I can relate to.
July 18 was the death anniversary of one of the greatest authors in the world, again my humble thought, that is Jane Austen. On this very day this year, Britain unveiled a new bank note featuring her face. Of course this was a social move more than a literature one (include more women on currency, oh, a political one). She told the stories of all sorts of social situations that one young and most of the time ignorant female individual can find herself in. These individuals differ in levels such as intellectual, cultural, superficial, emotional, so on. For example, Emma is almost genius with her emotional intellect, capaple of manipulate all kinds of social medium, self-aware, a little paranoid, while Elizabeth Bennett, well, a complete heroine. I do like to think that she was the true reflection of Austen herself. Although Austen says shits like “ It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” (Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 1, Page 1.), she made and makes you think that in a society all sorts of people can be encountered. She did this with stories that she was able to tell, stories that deserve to be told at her time. Like Auster says.
She told stories of her time and now her face is on ten pounds. What a joke.
So yeah, I read a lot. Stories. I like to tell them. Not gonna brag after Austen and Auster of course, but gentleman is right about stories.
And I happened to live a bunch of them.
So as an answer to your, anyone’s, and everyone’s demand here, which is “write a story”: bless my ignorant head’s destined oblivion, it may sound like a burst of insignificant odds.
