Caged singing and living in a barbie world

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.

She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker’s cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn’t she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.

When I was young I played with barbie dolls. I brushed her long blond locks, dressed her in dresses and mini skirts, and prepared her to be a good “housewife”. When I was young, that was all I knew. That women were only good for doing the cooking and the cleaning. A younger version of me used to idolize Barbie. The way she looked. Her body type, hair and eye colour. The femininity that radiated off of her. Or so I thought as I never really knew what femininity was back then. My entire life I wanted to be as pretty as Barbie. But my arms were much more bigger and masculine than hers cause I was in the gym everyday of the week. My body was slim and solid, not shaped and curvy like Barbies. And the kids would tell me “you have man arms!” “she looks so much like a guy!” Being the sporty athletic kid I was wasn’t a problem until people started to catch on to societal standards of how I was supposed to look and act. In societies eyes, I should not have looked so strong and masculine. In societies eyes, I should not have been training a competitive sport for twenty hours a week. In societies eyes, I should have not been more shy and reserved as opposed to aggressive and loud. In societies eyes, I am not like barbie…and to society, I am a failure. Cause I am the exact opposite of what I’m expected to be…

Maya Angelous poem has taught me much about hope and ways of turning unfortunate situations into bearable ones. The caged bird has his wings clipped and feat tied. This is metaphorical in the sense that you may be stuck in situations you can’t get out of, however you can make the best out if it with the right change in perspective on it. everyone complains. It’s human nature. However more recently I’ve come to realization that constant complaining gets you no where. If anything, the lesson to take away from this poem is that life is unfair. As soon as you realize that nothing is going to go 100% your way, you can start to mature as naturally, your perspective on unfortunate situations will change. with the right change in attitude, you can turn a terrible situation into one much more bearable. And that is why the caged bird is so important.

“so he opens his throat to sing”…

I myself in the last sixteen years of living have been in situations that made me uncomfortable. A younger version of me looks up to current version of me and is proud that I have finally found my voice. Being young, your sense of awareness is heightened, however for shy and reserved kids like myself at the time, I struggled to find my voice. It was only when I got older that I found the courage to speak out. Found the right to argue and stand up for what I believe in. Upon further analysis of myself, I see the caged bird in me. Someone who was once stuck inside of a box observing all around me and the injustices both to myself and other around me. But like the bird, I open my throat to sing. who wants to hear me will. And who wants to ignore me will. But the unknown will soon come to surface. And one day, the inner bird inside all of us will break free.

Epiphany

 

What are your thoughts about the idea of ‘epiphany’ in relation to the story “Cathedral?”

It’s no secret that life passes us by everyday. Often times we are stuck in a constant loop living the same day repeatedly over and over again. It’s inevitable when life is more of a task than it is enjoyable. That being until we experience something new. Something that changes our perspective on life. Something so far out of our comfort zones that if we are lucky, will result in an epiphany. The word epiphany can be defined as a moment in which you suddenly see or understand something in a new or very clear way. Raymond Carvers “Cathedral” provides a deeper insight to this idea of “epiphany” and what truly happens to someone when they experience one.

“And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward too”  

This quote said by the narrator demonstrates a close-minded individual and an unwillingness to try something new. Before his epiphany, the narrator is initially out of touch with himself. He sees the world through a screen and fails to understands how it operates outside in reality. His personality radiates through this quote. Although the narrator in the story is not literally blind, he portrays a lack of insight and awareness which you can argue makes him even more blind than Robert. For example he pities Beulah because Robert could never look at her. However what he fails to realize is that Robert was able to connect with his wife in a non-physical way and understand her on an intimate level. This is something the narrator does not have with his wife at all, as he evidently makes no effort to get to know her any further. This is shown through his bitter jealous feelings towards Robert as the narrator immediately categorizes Robert as apart of his wife’s past.

The moment leading up to the epiphany that the narrator has happens when the blind man in the story persuades the narrator to close his eyes and visualize drawing a cathedral. With the blind mans hand over the narrators whilst drawing, the narrator experiences an epiphany where he could see more then and there with his eyes closed than he ever could with his eyes open.

“So we kept on with it. His fingers rode my fingers as my hands went over the paper. It was like nothing else in my life up to now. Then he said ‘I think that’s it. I think you got it,’ he said. ‘Take a look. What do you think?’ But I had my eyes closed. I thought I’d keep them that way for a little longer. I thought it was something I ought to do. ‘Well?’ he said. ‘Are you looking?’ My eyes were still closed. I was in my house. I knew that. But I didn’t feel like I was inside anything. ‘Its really something, ‘I said.”

The closing passage of the story details the epiphany that strikes the narrator at the end. It reveals a shift towards freedom from the narrators self confinement in his own life. In the quote it’s revealed that he reconsiders the meaning of sight since he leaves his eyes shut yet confesses to seeing something. The narrator finally realizes that he’s been trapping himself within the walls of his house and life, ignoring the greater freedom that’s always been available to him which its not having to be inside of anything. Through no longer looking at the life that surrounds him, he allows himself to open up and see a “greater world”. He can now see things beyond the surface in which they lay in.

 

 

Elite gymnastics was among the many constants in my life growing up that led me to new experiences, some that were out of my comfort zone much like the narrators “blind drawing” of the cathedral in the short story. One particular instance that happened on a no more than ordinary day of training resulted in me having an epiphany, thus opening my eyes and changing my perspective on how I saw things. I was working very hard on bars trying to achieve a skill known as a Shaposhnikova. The move consists of me flinging my body backwards from the low bar after rotating underneath, and turning half way during the transition from low too high bar. The aim of the move is to catch the bar facing forwards. It’s deemed a very difficult skill to achieve and master, and I underestimated its difficulty. The frustration was visible after many failed attempts, so my coach sat me down and told me to close my eyes, just like how the blind man told the narrator to close his eyes in the story. My coach then walked me through the move visually, and I went on a journey inside of my head on what the skill felt and looked like. Then, my coaches next course of actions was having me actually attempt the skill but with my eyes shut. He instructed me to go back on that journey of me doing the skill inside of my head however doing it for real this time on bars with his spot. The results were that I was successful in performing the skill. That ordinary gym practice had turned into a day where I experienced an epiphany. From that day forward, I saw gymnastics through a different perspective. I understood what it meant to go through the motions of a skill both physically as well as inside of my head. The way I trained changed, and my methods of achieving skills changed as well. So often we are caught up in the walls we confine ourselves too that we fail to see the bigger picture. Experiencing an epiphany was door opening and allowed me to think and see “outside of the box”. It was only then that my success and achievements meant something. Through an epiphany I was met with self growth and an eye-opening experience that changed my course of life.

 

 

 

 

Desire to escape

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When an unrealistic individual faces obstacles in life, it can cause them to escape, resulting in a feeling of unsatisfaction

“The only reality is in front of you.  All else is an illusion” -Maxime Lagace

The desire to escape. Escape, or escaping, can be defined as breaking free from confinement or control. When analyzing society, it’s hard to find a person who can confidently say they are happy or content with their life. The question is why? It is easy to have an idea as to why, considering the pressures we as individuals are burdened with.  The majority of society live the same repetitive lives every day.  Escapism is a type of coping mechanism.  It’s used to ease individuals’ negative feelings over the repetitiveness of life. These inevitable obstacles we must face prompt us to procrastinate and avoid them in such forms like sleeping, music, entering another world through a book, or doing something one greatly desires. It’s a distraction. In other words, a way of escaping the harsh reality and responsibilities in life.  But why choose to escape? The simple answer is that as we age, responsibilities and pressures pile up.  It eventually becomes too stressful to a point where an individual craves an escape. Something they are so desperate to achieve to take in the temporary euphoric feeling that comes with it.  The problem with this, is that every escape can only last for so long before one is forced to deal with reality.  A reality one may want to avoid so desperately.

This constant back and forth going from reality to escape creates a never ending cycle.  A damaging cycle.  Life should not be so unbearable that individuals resort to their imagination or a distraction to get away from the obstacles in their life.  Escapes are temporary and imaginary, unlike reality which is real.  With facing reality comes acceptance, a very foreign feeling to some.  In order to break free from this cycle, one must accept that the obstacles and pressures in their life won’t go away after a temporary escape.  Through acceptance, one may find closure.  One will no longer have to deal with the unsatisfying feeling post escape. One may find true happiness in the state of reality, as opposed to the fake happiness created inside of their head.  A dangerous cycle broken, and an individual learning to make the best out of what life throws at them.  A result that may seem nearly impossible, however very much so achievable.

My thesis statement is an accurate representation of my life, in the sense that I am constantly looking for a way out.  However, I am an unrealistic individual for thinking these temporary escapes are going to make my problems go away. Eventually, when the euphoric feeling fades away post escape, I am left with an empty feeling in my gut.  One that will quickly fill with the everlasting feeling of unsatisfaction. Take for example, the obstacles in my life that make me want to break free.  Two major responsibilities in my life are school and my job. When I first got hired at my job back in July, I hated it. Not only was I not treated well, but coming into the same place daily and listening to mindless gossip upset me. Going home after my shifts, all I would want to do is find a distraction. This way I wouldn’t have to think about it. I would nap throughout the day, read, or listen to music for hours on end.  Escaping helped ease my feelings aboutEscape Into Hussam Eissa's Surreal Double Exposures having to go to work the following day.  Unfortunately, the escape only lasted so long before I had to go in again.  I was still unsatisfied with the job and left to face it. Along with my job, the second school started this year, I already found myself looking for a way out.  In class, I daydream constantly about other things; things I would rather do than be confined to a windowless building for seven hours a day.  The constant work being assigned as well as having to learn about things I have no interest in contributes to this desire to escape.  They are obstacles in my life I try to avoid but wind up having to deal with.  The desire is prompted by the need to avoid things in my life I am unhappy with.  Although I am very grateful to have these opportunities presented to me, the lack of interest I have for them makes me want to escape. I would rather the company of my imagination over facing the constant realities of my life. I dismiss them because they don’t give me the euphoric feeling I get when I’m inside my head or doing something I love. When the escape ends, and I’m left to deal with the stress of school and a minimum wage job, it leaves me unsatisfied with my life. Living the same loop of a day over and over again.

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