Paper Thoughts

Today I finished reading Paper Towns, I don't know how I feel about it. It wasn't bad. It wasn't not good. I guess it is fair to say that it was in fact good. Even if I didn't necessarily like the ending, it was good. It was thought through. There were some hard to believe parts, I don't think that people can just change overnight, even if a naked picture of them is being held hostage. Another thing I didn't like was something that is not exclusive to this book. The parents of the main character are both therapists and apparently according to almost every book and movie, they are sort of hippie like, clueless, let's-talk-about-how-this-makes-us-feel, likable idiots. I don't know which psychologists/therapists/psychiatrists these people are hanging out with but I know that 99% of them are nothing like this. 99% of them do not try to diagnose every single person they come in contact with for more than a second. 99% of them don't think that they are better than everyone else just because they have studied psychology/psychiatry extensively, that's not to say they don't think they're better than everyone else for other reasons, but it rarely is because of their job. So that annoyed me, luckily they weren't a huge part of the book.

When I was in high school I knew that high it wasn't where it was at for me. I had to go because it's the law and because you can't skip over it on the way to university and the real world, so I went. It was fine, but it wasn't the most important time of my life, I don't think that it really felt like it at all. I knew that when I would leave I was still a kid. I guess maybe a lot of people aren't kids when they leave. Some get married and start families, I always thought it was weird but who am I to call other people weird?