Sophie's Sentiments

Vessels  I am not my emotions.  I am an observer of my emotions. And I look upon them  as an outsider. And I am not my body. I am so much more than that. My body is just a vessel that carries my soul. I am not what others think about me, because I know who I really am, regardless of what they say. You and me, we are both just two souls, so much alike,  floating through the universe in our vessels. We were placed together at the same place and at the same time. Surely that must mean something.

     In Middlesex, the main character, Cal, writes about his grandparents by using their first names, Desdemona and Lefty. This is unusual because normally grandchildren refer to their elders as grandma, or grandpa, or a similar title. Perhaps Cal writes this way because he is trying to remain objective or help the readers keep the characters straight. But it can be argued that he writes about them using their first names because he is angry towards them and doesn't feel that connection or bond that some grandchildren have with their grandparents.      Desdemona and Lefty are actually brother and sister, and their incest led to a rare genetic mutation that made Cal born intersex. Although I have no gotten to the part in the novel where Cal discovers the family secret, I can only imagine the hatred Cal must've felt towards them, being that they're the reason his life is plagued with struggle. Not only that, but it must be hard to totally rethink everything y...

      I feel I've partly experienced this idea of a "higher self" to some extent because I've pondered on the fact that nothing matters that much.       "Does this really matter?" This is an existential question, sure, but it's one that I usually find intriguing. It's kind of like an endless loop once you start asking yourself if something really matters...      For example, I could think, "What if I stood on this table in a crowded, yet quiet library and screamed? Would it really  matter?"       My good conscience would think, "Of course it does. That would draw attention to yourself. Plus, you'd be embarrassed and other people would think you're crazy."       But to that you could say, "Do I really care what others think of me?" And the cycle goes on and on.      This is a basic yet poor example because there's no point in standing on a table. But when you take this conce...