I am taking a writing class at the community college. My only paper has been about karate.
That’s my life in a nut-shell.
It is very strange; I have been telling people that I am going through a mid-life crisis, but that’s impossible because I’m only seventeen. (At least I hope it’s impossible. Maybe I’m only going to live to be thirty-four and this really is a mid-life crisis.) This crisis has given me a drastic personality switch. I don’t like school. My room is a mess. I drink more coffee than is good for me. I’m no longer a morning person. I find being mean fun. I am not interested in my future. I like to read comic books.
The one thing I still really enjoy is karate. I am at the dojo every single day, even if I go there just to watch everyone else do what I love. I have fallen asleep twice at the dojo. The first time I was curled up like a cat in a saucer chair during an entire 45 minute class. I had just gotten done with my own class and should have felt energized. But no, my evil Dr. Jekyll side took over and I sacrificed all of my dignity for a nap. The second time was in full view of the front door and windows to the sidewalk outside. It was on the rickety bamboo bench that has been fixed by duct tape. I guess that it is now normal for me to sleep wherever I want to.
I don’t like learning about anything except karate and superheroes. The superhero thing is completely unprecedented. (Notice how many E’s that word has. I must remember that next time I play hangman.) One of the main reasons I haven’t liked superheroes is because of how incredibly sexist they are. Why do women have to be sex objects in order to save the world? It is sickening, and it makes me so mad that I have given many a rant about it. Anyway I like Superman. He’s awesome, and I saw the original Superman with Christopher Reeve which I enjoyed more than all of my sisters combined. (Even though they had some ridiculous sexist parts that made me as angry as The Hulk.) And then I started liking Wonder Woman after I saw this:
This was drawn by Michael Lee Lunsford. I love it. This is a superhero who is not wearing her underwear and being weak. She looks like she could actually do some damage.
In my quest for some more epic female superheroes, I found She-Hulk. I love that she is gigantic green woman. She is strong and she could crush you. But to me, the most disturbing part is the lack of clothing she generally wears. Why, She-Hulk, why? You are an intelligent woman. A lawyer for crying out loud! Why aren’t you more self-respecting? You could be green and beautiful in a totally non-sexual way. I’m going to try and get Sherlock to make an epic picture of her and then I might post it.
Wow. Now that I’ve gotten to the end of this post, I don’t even know what it’s about. I’m just surprised at how much I changed in a couple of months. I am an angry, unmotivated, irresponsible person.
But that could just be my secret identity.