So I was thinking to myself one part of me wants cute slice of life stories and then the other part of me want deep political machinations with intrigue and stuff.
And then yet another part of me was like: why not an combination of both?
So I told my dad about this because I like to bounce ideas off of him, and he helps me refine them. However, I was not expecting his response.
My father who I care about deeply and very much respect who is also sometimes a deeply sarcastic and witty man: "So, like Jane Austen?"
And that just. Got me. It was like a punch till the gut. Here I was expecting some utterly strange name or amalgamation and I just get hit with this truth bomb out of left field.
Because he's right. That combination is Jane Austen's works, very much so. The romances of the heroines and the intrigue of their social circles are exactly that.
But I think the thing that was really getting me, the thing that just had me sitting there like some odd gelatinous mass, was that I someone who is very much a fan of Austen(as is my father), a writer and creative by nature, had not considered that very very simple explanation.
And then I realized I wouldn't have considered that possibility. Not at first. It's not in my nature to do so. I look for the odd eccentric answers. However my father, who is quite the excellent storyteller himself, has one important fundamental difference from me when it comes to these things:
He thinks analytically.
It may be obvious by this point that I do not. I think of things very abstractly. I observe the world very differently. My spatial awareness is nothing to write home about. Indeed, my social awareness is nothing stunning either.
However, I did inherit his tendency to ramble. So that's what this is. This is my word vomit about something that just struck me oddly.
Does it have a point? Who knows! Do I just want to ramble about it and hope someone hears me screaming my stray thoughts into the void? Yes. Isn't that the point of this hellsite (deeply affectionate)?
