Reflections On Pupations, By Andrew Solomon

Reflecting on my emotions from the past week, I can say that stress has taken over my life. Due to the fact that it is midterms season, I can’t help but stress about all of the assignments, deadlines and exams I have to go through in the next few days. With that in mind, I am still having a hard time managing my sadness and the lack of motivation left behind, from my husband leaving to boot camp. Now that he is not around, I find it extremely difficult to talk about my feelings, since he was the person I used to ventilate to. Therefore, it is hard to stay focused, because the majority of time I find myself wondering what he is up to or if he is safe. I feel like “wonder” woman, because I am constantly just wondering what he is doing, wondering …show more content…
They are good, quite, and humble; family oriented girls, they are petty close to being perfect. Yet, they seem be stuck in a world of perfection. Where they are afraid to step out of their bubble, because they don’t want to mess things up. Nonetheless this week, due to midterms and stress, we all fell apart and took out our frustrations on one another. As discussed in class, and covered by Andrew Solomon, in “Pupations,” I feel like my roommates and I were living just like the Inuit (Eskimo) peoples of Greenland. Andrew describes the lives of Inuit as hard, and in order for them to survive they have to out and hunt. They are usually big families that share the same space, during the months of no sun; they do nothing but watch the walls melt (209). Andrews claims, “In these circumstances of enforced intimacy, there is no place for complaining or for talking about problems of for anger and accusations.” (209) Furthermore, these are people who are experience high rates of depression because they are all stuck together, which means that they have to keep it cool, and cannot say or complain about anything, because they are all going through the same thing. In a way I can see that atmosphere in my apartment. The girls and I are all sharing a room, therefore we can’t freely open up or complain about our problems because there is a pretty high chance we are all going through the same thing. Consequently, we have to constantly deal with our own feelings, and that’s the price we have to pay for sharing a space. However, as a result of midterms, my roommates and I started arguing about the fact that no one takes out the trash, and that no one puts the dishes away. It only took those few words to trigger an intense argument, that divided us into four different worlds, in a way you can say that this arguments, or the fact that we all complained about issues regarding our apartment, was enough to crush our