[...to save the day/ or maybe melt away/ I guess it's all the same...]

I was going to post this on the INFP forum, but I think of this journal as 'home' more, and I want to sort of think through some things (maybe, we'll see how it goes), in my personal space first.

Three things happened today: I saw about 6 eps from the anime, 'The Law of Ueki' and I heard Noam Chomsky speak at my campus. Oh, and then to round off my day of variously emotionally jarring, horrifying and yet somehow amusing (and in the case of the anime, horribly, atrociously cute) things, I went to see the poetry slam; all this after something like 3-4 weeks (winter break and some) with no real human contact but my mom. This may seem like a non-sequitur, but I suspect I wouldn't be quite this shaken if I wasn't also a bit in shock from all the... um... people everywhere -.-

These things may not at first seem related, I guess, but. Actually, they all affected me emotionally to the extreme; I was actually crying(!!) while I listened to Chomsky, and I like, never cry except seeing nature shows (though I think I can actually tear up at anyone's problems but my own), so I was seriously freaking out; I had to remind myself I'm in public and cannot curl up into a ball and start shaking. I'm saying this not to plea for sympathy but just to kind of wonder if other people have had similar emotional reactions to Chomsky or similar events (ie, lectures about current events). Heh.
    I'm trying to be all out with the self-disclosure 'cause I wanna talk about things that are important to me, and I don't wanna be half-assed, so.

The poetry slam was great, mostly; about 95% of the poems were explicitly sexual & sarcastic (and when I say 'explicit', I mean more explicit than the average posting on pornish_pixies). All of a sudden, fandom didn't seem quite so risque and actually quite a normal outlet for people my age, ahahaha. Yeah, it's true, all we think about is sex, mostly (seeing as how the male/female ratio of the readers was about 50/50).
    And then this one guy read a semi-serious poem that was more your usual depressed-misunderstood-and-lonely poetboi fare, and I sort of left after the one following, 'cause... I couldn't enjoy it anymore; now, when I remember the slam (which finished barely 15 minutes before I write this), mostly I remember that poem. Granted, it sounded a lot like the stuff my Asshole Poetboi Ex had written post-break-up (...about me...), and he looked similar as well, so mostly that's it. Usually, I'd probably not be as susceptible, but today was a particularly emotional day; even so, I feel bad for missing the rest of the slam. On the other hand, I don't think poetry is really there to be 'enjoyed' on a 'haha, good one' level, which is really the problem with the slam concept 'cause those were the popular ones.

    Mostly, I felt a great deal of comraderie with the audience and the poets and stuff; my people! Heh. I sort of wish that guy never read his; I just feel all unsettled and unable to focus too well on the other stuff from today, which was much more intellectual. This is more of a personal issue, obviously, and it's not even that intense, but it threatens to eclipse everything else that I experienced, just because... well. Poetry is all fun and games 'til someone pokes an eye out. But I'll just stop there; this is one of the subjects I'm really self-indulgent about once I get started (I know, I know).

Anyway, onwards to 'more important' matters to People Other Than Me, which is the anime & Chomsky (and how does Jung & MBTI tie in??), which may not seem related but have actually become nearly fused in my head, ahaha.
    ( ...So yeah, I'm trying to be a good citizen and make my voice heard and shit-- by talking about anime-- except not really. That's what Chomsky would've wanted, right. )

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Chomsky, then....
    ( Heh. This is the most you'll ever hear me talk about politics for the next year-- probably more. )

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On yet another totally unrelated note: blue_onion drew a really spot-on Ron&Hermione and Harry pic. Somehow it seems... like a real 'reinterpretation' while seeming endearingly familiar. And I love Harry's woebegone look. Oh dear oh dear, what shall he do. ♥.