Monday 15 July 2013

Why Smart Girls Get Pissed When Guys Surpass Them Suddenly



There's this part in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince where Harry is suddenly the best at Potions and Hermione gets pissed at him rather than being happy that he's doing well. The same thing happens in How To Train Your Dragon when Hiccup is suddenly way better than Astrid in class and she also gets super annoyed.

When I read that part in Harry Potter for the first time, I completely agreed with how Hermione was thinking. I used to be the one that got the highest in my own class, so if someone was suddenly getting better grades, it would piss me off too. But why? Well, it's simple. We don't understand WHY. Why is it that this person is suddenly the best? What's their trick? Because there must be a trick. Hermione and Astrid knows what it takes to be the best and have consistently acted upon their abilities, thereby making them the best. When someone else gets ahead, they want to know how. And when that person says they're doing exactly what they used to do, the logic doesn't sit right and nothing makes sense. The inability to make sense of it all is what pisses them off. IF they had seen Harry or Hiccup improve with hard work and practice, they would be happy for the boys. But that wasn't the case.

In Harry's case, he had a book that told him better instructions for potions. In Hiccup's case, he studied a dragon's behaviour to better understand how they reacted to things. Once Hermione and Astrid figure out how the heck these boys had suddenly surpassed them, they were calmer. It wasn't that Harry had suddenly become smarter than Hermione (I mean let's face it, that's impossible) or that Hiccup was suddenly stronger than Astrid (like yeah right, totally) it was that they were doing things from a different angle. Now that the world made sense again, they could stop getting frustrated and move on with their lives.

I must say though, I think Harry's example was more like he was cheating... At least Hiccup studied the dragon and figured things out for himself. Harry just copied the Prince's notes...




Tuesday 19 February 2013

Empty Nostalgia

Nostalgia threatens to tear my bones
To rip through muscle and flesh
My gore, to eat with fevered relish
And gnaw itself a home

Is it my heart that has a cavity
Have my teeth seeped through my tongue
I taste my sweet and acrid lungs
Do I breath-in gaps, -out sanity?

I try to fake a pleasant smile
And cough up my last meal
Stomach churning, my body feels
Like twisting, gaseous vile

I try to hide my hollow sickness
But it clings so visibly, wretch
I try to uproot it, powerful, wrench!
But tear a hole in my existence

Looking around, I see myself
Or a silhouette of a previous me
A halo, red, eclipsed body
And dust in abundance is my health

Scattered mind, scattered thoughts
A jigsaw about to break
Where is my soul? Oh soul forsake!
But my whispered voice is caught

I, a ghost, leave my place in the world
A vacuum waiting for sustenance
I, a shadow, with now no substance
Run away, fingers curled

I, now out, look fretful around
Does anyone actually notice?
I, now free, am something amiss
But nobody makes a sound?

I, in chains, brought upon by my mind
Cannot fathom my next action
I, now lost, with no reaction
Know not what I have to find

I, now frozen, but free from my space
Move aimlessly about
I, now, with purpose without
Can no longer see my face

I, now fearful, go back to my shape
Can I sew myself back in?
I, now worried, look deep within
Could I stick me back with tape?

A breath I take, a breath I sigh
And walk into that black door
"Please let me fit into my before,"
Tears forming in my eyes

I fill up that empty
And weep a little more
Like a dream, but body sore
I cheer and greet my memories 

I still feel the hollow
creeping on my back
I still feel the hole
alone and bulbous inside me
I still feel the air
congealing within me
I still feel the heart
beating an attack

Shivers still silence
 my stray thoughts in bed
A fever persists on my brow
Will I die yesterday, have I died now?
Confusion still meanders
through my head

I curl up and lie silent, awake
Waiting for pain to dissipate
Discomfort burns at a small dull rate
Throbbing while I abate