Good Times... Noodle Salad....

This is a good review of the book Go Ask Alice

http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/goaskalice/themes.html


It is strange how different people act in similiar situations.

Myself, I never really had any constant friends growing up. I had a few buddies here and there. But I wanted to fit in with other kids. I sought for a person to would understand me. Granted, I had some loving parents who were my only friends at times. But, as a whole... I always tried to fit in. In the end, I just kinda accepted the fact that I was different than others and lived my life that way I guess.

The author has a similiar problem... but she was willing to do what it took to fit in. Though at first it was an accident, it ended up working. I will not sacrifice my morals in order to fit in. But I guess the author was really that in need of a person to depend on. Yet, in the end she confides in Joel... but by then she's too deep in the pit to really get out. Because it ends up killing her.

Her pit was more of an outward cry for help. But my thing was depression. I was depressed for a long time (ever since I was in gradeschool)... but lucky for me I made things right with Jesus and it's been different ever since.

I guess it serves as an example, if you depend on the wrong things... even when you try and escape them, they will not let you leave. I wonder how come I never did drugs? How come I didn't do the same things that the Author did?

I think perhaps, it is because my parents were so involved... the Author's parents didn't appear to be to involved with her life... but they show up from time to time. They just seem to be pre-occupied.

I am sad that she didn't get to spend a long life with Joel.

I suppose it is like a yo-yo effect... or a rubber band effect... Drugs is like holding on to a rubber band hooked on a wall. You do them and you smack into the wall. Yet, everytime you try and run away from them... you smack into the wall again. And everytime you get further and further away because you run faster and harder.. the tension becomes to intense and you go smacking into the wall again even harder and harder everytime. Because she really does it herself all the time. Saying, "ok I'm going to run as fast and as hard as I can on my own... that way I will get away from the wall this time." But she doesn't, instead it keeps bashing her back into the wall even harder.......... until it finally kills her.

I guess what we all need, is someone to pry your damn hands off the rubber band. And then get rid of the rubber band altogether. God is really the only one who can do that in its entirety. Perhaps He made it that way. so people would depend on Him.

I was reading Abby's Journal and I made a comment on how kids try to be rebellious.

If we took the rebellion aspect out of things.. perhaps it would cut down on the kids who do it for that reason. Or if we turned it around to a "You'll never be clean" or "you won't be successful" sort of thing. That reverse psychology could really work... but only on rebellious kids.. because that would really give them a sense of rebellion. Rebellious kids will rebel against anything.