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FINALLY they’re talking.
cake
and tea
Vocalizing your problems and how you solved them seems like an excellent way to actually learn.. it actually falls in line with meditation, come to think of it
Hmm... Learn something new every day.
For instance, today - this chapter, in fact - I started to understand why some stories irritate me. And, fun fact: it has little to do with the story in question.
I would never - at least, not so easily - accept the position of a student, or lay my thoughts and emotions bare like that. But as much as this isn't me... everything else sort of fits. The protagonist's way of thinking, in many instances, feels like an old hat. A bit distant, a bit stuck-up on how things should be, difficult to approach and a bit suspicious of others, demanding others respect boundaries. It's easy to see myself in this character (and I must now ask myself: is this character truly this way, or is it bits of myself showing up in places where he is ill-defined?). This makes the inevitable departures that much more jarring.
It reminds me that this character is in fact not me. Most everything else fits... but the differences are startling at times, and suddenly I'm back in my chair looking at a computer screen.
And if I don't sort this out, I'm left with a then-inexplicable feeling of loss, an ill-defined anger at the author - demanding me to be someone I am not. Which, of course, is bollocks - the author doesn't demand anything from me, after all, not even my attention. It is in fact me that demands I bend to follow the flow - but in that moment, I cannot. The "loss" I feel is the loss of that familiarity, that comfortable fit. The protagonist is suddenly a stranger to me.
And while, after all of the above, it may sound strange for me to claim that I'm not prone to make my heart and soul known... the difference is in the approach. Day to day - I'm not Arin, I'm Celestia. I am the one that teaches, and I share for the benefit of others, not my own. I am the one asking, not the one being asked. That is the dynamic of power, of teacher and student, and I don't much care to be the latter... even if, as it often happens, I need to.
And so, I'm sitting in front of a computer screen, and stewing in seemingly irrational anger and disappointment.
It does not mean I shall stop reading, or that I'll down-vote the story. No, that would require much to be wrong with it, and this one simply doesn't qualify. I need a moment to distance myself, though...
And yet MC doesn’t act as though he was integrated into that culture. Odd…
You are supposed to be teaching him how to read not giving him story time.