The reason I created this blog is the following:
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing." -- Blaise Pascal.
I would have written that in the original French, but since it is not likely many folks who see this post would be able to read the language, I still would have had to provide a translation...so what would have been the point, other than I simply like to read stuff in languages other than my native English? :P
For fun, you ask? Yeah, pretty much.
Does reason know anything of fun? I'm beginning to doubt that.
Does practicality, based on reason, know anything of fun? Again, highly doubtful.
Am I tired of worrying whether anything I do is based on pure reason, logic, and practicality? Most definitely.
Because I am at a point in my life where, should a particular Time-Lord-ish character materialize in this real-world life, with that glorious blue box of his, and offer to take me on an adventure, I'd say, "Oh, hell, yes!"
Because I am tired of trying to measure up to other people's expectations of me, and therefore beat my own psyche to a pulp trying to please them.
While I might link to my other blogs, which are more geared towards earning some dough, this blog is likely not going to have much to do with those other blogs, unless the posts are fun!
Of course, things like Tarot, astrology, and any other ways I geek out are fun for me. I'm a regular "Hermione Granger."
But sometimes I think I get too serious even about the things I find fun! I end up worrying too much about whether I'm "doing something right" and let the fun of what I love doing slip right through my fingers. And I can just hear Ron Weasley say, quite rightly, "Mental, that one! I'm tellin' ya!"
Which is rather odd, because later on in the "Harry Potter" movies, Hermione's patronus is an otter! And even if you don't know the deeper animal symbology, you can't help but associate otters with fun and cuteness overall. I mean, reputedly, these little creatures hold hands.. er...paws, when sleeping, so they don't drift away from each other. How can you not love such adorableness?
So, the fact that Hermione's patronus is an otter is telling of just how playful she needs to be, in order to balance out her seriousness.
And otter has been showing up in my animal cards lately, so I figured I'd best pay attention and remember to loosen the heck up already. To be truthful, I associate "Mary Poppins" with otters. You know, that whole "Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down" concept. I think if they made an entirely animated version of that movie, like Disney did with "Robin Hood", they need to draw Mary Poppins as an otter. I would so. Totally. WATCH THAT! :-D
The fact I have spent the last three paragraphs talking about the lovely creatures is telling me something.
Another reason I created this blog is that I was inspired by a character in a show I've been rewatching on Hulu. I got to thinking that while writing the blogs I have set up to make some dough are great, I really need to have a place where I can just talk as though I'm talking to a best friend.
Problem is, while I really wanted to get a regular paper journal for doing just that: writing everything that happens in my life--just a fun "spill-the-beans" kind of journal, I found absolutely zero journals either at Wally-world or at Books-a-Million that had enough pages for a low enough price with a cover I really liked for sure. And paper journals, while classy-looking and fun (I was eyeing the ones that had to do with France, I confess), end up being filled completely at some point, and I just don't have the space to store used-up journals. To say nothing of the fact that when the thoughts come pouring out, my handwriting gets seriously messy. Messy to the point of me not being able to read my own writing, which really, really bites. :P
Plus, with paper journals, you can't upload videos to them like you can with electronic media. :-) And if my heart has her way, I know which videos she'd want to post first, because the videos in question have to do with France...and a particular character from that country...a character whom I have loved since the musical came into my life 22 years ago, thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber--and my dad, who bought the tapes for me for my birthday. He's a character I've actually dreamed about, going down into his subterranean home and telling him precisely three words...I bet you can guess what those words are.
And while I know the difference between fact and fantasy, my heart doesn't seem to care if he's fictional...my heart only knows what she feels...my heart only knows what she resonates with. My heart only knows a kindred soul when she meets one, however fictional he happens to be.
And because of those more or less heartfelt feelings...it goes back to that quote by Blaise Pascal I mentioned at the very beginning of this post:
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing."
Which is why I've got three fan-fic stories going and I've got a splendid idea for a fourth!
I'm 37, and I am writing these words as if I'm a teenager again.
But on some level, I'm still that fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who is longing for a companion *other* than her parents. One might say I have some issues, but then...do I? Especially if one also considers the words of the late, great Madeleine L'Engle, who once said that getting older is not really quite so bad, since you're still all the ages you've ever been.
Yet that's the thing...I don't feel any older than maybe 25 or so, at the oldest. 1978, the year I was born, just doesn't seem that far away, really. Not when you contemplate the age of our solar system, to say nothing of the age of the universe itself. It makes this lifetime--and all the other lifetimes before this one--look like the blips of Earthly existence that they are. Being an old soul like I am is paradoxical like that. It can make a person feel both quite old and quite young at the same time.
And yes...I have fun thinking of things like that.
Pax Felinum (Peace of the Cat),
Kat ^.^
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