So I'm not sure what to write about, so I'm just going to write

I am reading this awesome book You Shall Know Our Velocity by one of my favorite authors Dave Eggers, and just read a significant plot twist. There is a second first narrator that tells you everything that has been written so far basically is a lie. The first first narration had the whole concept correct, but all his details had gone astray and has you wondering which parts of the 300 pages have you read so far were real-I mean as real as fiction can get. Anyways, as humans it is natural to tell stories, the truth sparkled and shined or tarnished and broken, either way it is to bring out emotions in others. What emotion do you want to portray when telling your life's story? What do you want to be your reality whether it is a separation of the facts or not? I don't think it's a question of if your life is good enough for someone to read or listen to know how to make up your story, but it's a question of the parallels between how you want to live and have lived your life thus far. What was real to you? But some will say, that's a lie, you've never base jumped off the Grand Canyon or hooked up with the lead singer of a famous band. You just were born in Tennessee and went to Utah for college. However, in the nothing more, nothing less debate it is important to remember what you remembered, such as taking care of an elderly woman who says back in the day she had to register her hands as lethal weapons and when you are cleaning the house you aren't surprised when you find a gun on the tallest shelf you know she can't reach. What it all comes down to is who cares? And why do we have to have other people to care if our lives are significant or not? It's because we crave connection, we crave the world, we crave each other. In a world full of people, we want some type of approval from the ones who we know to live around us. Even in today's individualistic society, where everyone is so disconnected but connected at the same time through the news, MTV, and social networking, it is becoming more and more apparent that we have to have other people to tell us that we are awesome. And if we aren't told these things we live miserable lives and hate breathing. Well, you know what, all you suckers who have given in to society, you are awesome. And you shouldn't even give a fuck I told you that because you are fucking awesome. True story.

-Clara Jane

I guess the last thing I will say on this subject is that whatever you take away from this book, his text and mine-and I have no idea what you are taking away-please take away this one thing about the trip:

It happened, and it was good. It was good because it happened.