“What we call monsters are not so to God, who sees in the immensity of his work the infinity of forms that he has comprised in it;”
Michel de Montaigne, Of a Monstrous Child
I sat down to write this essay with what I thought was a clear plan: I was going to persuade you, my audience, that society is indeed screwed up and how society has led me to do things to myself that I would have never dreamed possible (Yes I had a more “appropriate” way of describing it rather than using the word “screwed up”). This plan worked for about a page. I found myself deleting everything after the first two paragraphs because I saw it all as pointless, wastes mumble jumbo. The only thing that consumed my paper was a bunch of words that I placed on the paper to sound “smart”. I was attempting to use figurative language and symbols, all that we have learned to do, but I was trying to write the paper for someone else. So consumed in writing the perfect paper, I was not writing about what I wanted to write about. …show more content…
I wanted perfection. We are told to write from our heart, to write what means the most to us. How is this possible if we indeed do not control our thoughts, but rather society controls them? So as a result we have a stack of essays written by yes our own fingers making the numerous clicks on the keyboard, but those clicks come from the thoughts hidden deep in ones minds, the thoughts of society.
Since the time I was first able to engage in a pointless dispute, I can recall my mother saying, “Sticks and stones can break your bones but word will never hurt.” Sadly my mother was blissfully blinded by the flowers hiding the vulgar brutality living in the world I considered my life. My existence, consumed in judgment and the expectation of perfection distributed by society. I have never achieved the so-called perfect
Michel de Montaigne, Of a Monstrous Child
I sat down to write this essay with what I thought was a clear plan: I was going to persuade you, my audience, that society is indeed screwed up and how society has led me to do things to myself that I would have never dreamed possible (Yes I had a more “appropriate” way of describing it rather than using the word “screwed up”). This plan worked for about a page. I found myself deleting everything after the first two paragraphs because I saw it all as pointless, wastes mumble jumbo. The only thing that consumed my paper was a bunch of words that I placed on the paper to sound “smart”. I was attempting to use figurative language and symbols, all that we have learned to do, but I was trying to write the paper for someone else. So consumed in writing the perfect paper, I was not writing about what I wanted to write about. …show more content…
I wanted perfection. We are told to write from our heart, to write what means the most to us. How is this possible if we indeed do not control our thoughts, but rather society controls them? So as a result we have a stack of essays written by yes our own fingers making the numerous clicks on the keyboard, but those clicks come from the thoughts hidden deep in ones minds, the thoughts of society.
Since the time I was first able to engage in a pointless dispute, I can recall my mother saying, “Sticks and stones can break your bones but word will never hurt.” Sadly my mother was blissfully blinded by the flowers hiding the vulgar brutality living in the world I considered my life. My existence, consumed in judgment and the expectation of perfection distributed by society. I have never achieved the so-called perfect