We all make New Year’s resolutions, and well, most of us don’t keep them for more than a week. I am one of those people. But this year has been different. In a nutshell, 2011 was both a great and awful year; to say the least, it was definitely a trying year. I decided that I wasn’t going to make a resolution along the lines of ‘exercise more’ or ‘eat healthier’. I wanted to pledge something that meant something. So here is what I decided. 2012 is my year to be me. I’ve spent too long caring what others think, and I’m sure I will spend the rest of my life doing just that. I resolve this year to first, feel good about myself. I want to like myself as a person, for who I am. Whatever I look like, act like, whoever I am, I want to be able to enjoy me being me. I resolve to make an effort in the clothes I wear and how I carry myself, but not feel defeated when I wear a sweatshirt and jeans for a week or say something dumb. I resolve to stop letting the negative people in my life drag me down. Cut out the people that are holding me back, those who aren’t my friends anymore, and those who I simply cannot stand. Of course I have materialistic resolutions like write in both of my journals as often as I need to, and to take a photo of myself everyday to record how much I change in a year, but those don’t matter as much. I can break those, yet I would feel disappointed in myself if I broke my other resolutions. It’s my year to be me, and it’s your year to be you. Embrace it. Here’s to a self-fulfilling 2012.
Case in point: Robin McKinley’s Sunshine. While the book had its flaws (okay, I’ll admit, there were a lot of flaws…too many potential subplots introduced and left as loose ends…) it’s still hilarious to see what people say in their one-star reviews.
"I can understand not wanting fanfiction written, but it almost feels as though McKinley is being a spoiled five year old who grabs all her toys and announces she’s going home."
"These names/aliases have to be the worst Mary Sue names I have ever read in published literature."
"I also felt that the author was indulging in a bit of class-ism. Sunshine didn’t get a higher education so she therefore she must have the reasoning capabilities of a brain-dead snail and the emotional capacity of a sixteen year-old selfish brat, even though she’s twenty-five, the author seems to imply. I found that to be insulting and demeaning to everyone, especially to the readers."
"I forced myself to read this book to the end, partially because I couldn’t believe some thing so awful could be published and because I also wanted to see if Sunshine died at the end of the book. She didn’t, but part of me did."
(This is starting to give me an idea. What if I started a Tumblr featuring highlights of one-star book reviews on Amazon?)
Hm. I’m bored. Maybe I should go to Target and walk around but not buy anything.
…oh. Wait. Sister took the car. I’m stuck at home. I’m…homestuck.
(I apologize for the horrible joke and figure I probably should actually read the whole story before I start making references so that it’s actually, you know, relevant instead of taking the title out of context)