That thing nobody understands about you. That book that explains it. Match me up.
DSM-V
Anything by Douglas Adams, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti, music history textbooks, Samurai Jack slash fiction, public restroom graffiti, HVAC technical manuals, and the comment sections on porn sites.
Iceberg Slim [aka Robert Beck] was widely read in the Black community and almost completely unknown outside of it. He inspired many Black artists, and both Ice-T and Ice Cube named themselves in his honor.
All volumes of the Uncle John’s Bathroom Readers. My brain is mostly just useless trivia.
Everything Ive ever read, I guess
- The Green Futures of Tycho
- When The Tripods Came
- The Girl From Isis
- Kindred Spirits by Mark Anthony
Books I read in school that spoke to me.
The Historical Illuminatus Chronicles, Volume 1: The Earth Will Shake.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Historical_Illuminatus_Chronicles
Anna Karenina and Promise at Dawn
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius and The Codex Borgia.
The Stranger - Albert Camus
My life is so complicated, you’d need an entire “wikipedia-styled” article of me.
If I had one, it’d probably be one of the craziest stories… well like not like any acheivements or anything, but more like depression and trauma. I’m gonna seem so broken that you’d not wanna be friends. People are gonna be like: “oh that’s that person, wow” then walk away since nobody want to hang out since nobody want to get afflicted/infected with my sadness.
I mean, I reflect on my past and I visualize the scene in “3rd person” and I look like a scared kitten hiding in the corner, except I’m not a cute kitten, but rather looks like a mini-tiger. That was what I was like in school.
I’m kinda just deciding on leaving an autobiography/journal, in case I kms in the future. I wonder how my parentd would react. Maybe leaving something behind would finally get them to understand what I’ve been through from my PoV. Maybe they’d live a better life without me being around. Idk.
I look like a scared kitten hiding in the corner, except I’m not a cute kitten, but rather looks like a mini-tiger. That was what I was like in school.
You should write that autobiography. I think you have a way with words.
You can write something for yourself and for other people to understand you through, without the intention of leaving it behind. Leave it alive instead. You can do it and carry on. You can know their reactions instead of wonder, if you decide to show them. And you can work through your experiences through writing. Preferably while being in contact with a support group or therapist, because writing it will for sure drag it up.
The State and Revolution by V. I. Lenin. It honestly isn’t a long read
- The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker
- The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brian
I have PTSD and a dark sense of humor about it.
As a kid one of my favourite passages to read was about a girl who saw her twin get ran over by a car and killed. I don’t remember anything else about that book… but I would devour anything sad and traumatic and upsetting. I would absorb those emotions and live those lives, and it would be like a daily catharsis to read something horrifying and cry it out.
To scrap the surface: Babel.
The description of what it means to be an expat, away from your culture, cut much deeper than it had reasons to. And it’s a great action/fantasy book
