THE FATAL FLAW

Decided against À rebours (which, I guess, sort of is what that book is all about) and decided to re-read Donna Tartt's The secret history instead.

I really enjoy this sentence (and believed for a long time and to some extent still do, the same thing about my life):

"I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way."

However, I believe this is a thing that everyone with OCD are prone to feel. Or maybe it's just me and the way I am and it doesn't have anything at all to do with my OCD.

EVERYBODY IS DIFFERENT, BUT EVERYBODY IS THE SAME

I'm really horrible at updating this blog but since it's mostly for me anyway, it doesn't matter much.

The last month I've read (and re-read) this:
Curtis Sittenfeld - Prep
Curtis Sittenfeld - The man of my dreams
Albert Camus - The outsider
Tom Perrotta - The abstinence teacher

I'm currently reading Chuck Klosterman's Downtown owl which is awesome but I love Chuck Klosterman so obviously I would think that.

A HEARTBREAKING WORK OF STAGGERING GENIUS

"I look over and smile when one of them makes a joke that is laughed at by all. They laugh, I chuckle - not too much, I don't want to seem overeager, but enough to say "I hear you. I laugh with you. I share in the moment." But when the chuckling is over I am still apart, something else, and no one is sure what I am."

- Dave Eggers

I just completely identify. Completely. Those sentences made me think of the opening to the movie version of American psycho which I (to a lesser degree) also identify with:

"There is an idea (...), some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable, I am simply not there."