• cisgender white male
honestly I’d rather be an extravert than introvert
there are too many social and life benefits to extraversion and the aspects of introversion that tumblr likes to romanticize aren’t that great to begin with
neither is better than the other but I have to work at taking on extraverted qualities so I can accomplish the things I want to accomplish in life
John Green books were very important to me when I started reading them in high school and I still hold on to Paper Towns as one of my favorite books of all time. By the time The Fault In Our Stars came out I was past the point of being in the mindset to relate to John’s writing. I still enjoyed it but it didn’t grab me like his other books did at the time. If the book came out when I was 17/18 I guarantee I would have liked it a lot more.
The reason I’m not a fan of the “it’s a metaphor” part of the book is because I found it to be not much more pretentious than how the characters in his books usually act and behave. This also waters (no pun intended) down the character trait for me that Augustus is supposed to be pretentious. So when the bar for pretentiousness is already a bit up there, going above it was a bit grating for me as a reader. With that being said it’s pretty inconsequential in the long run and doesn’t at all ruin the book.
I find the “it’s a metaphor” jokes to be really funny because it’s like Mad Libs where you can switch out the words with something vulgar and it’s funny. I’ll admit that it hits the juvenile portion of my sense of humor. With the set up and pay off being exactly the same each time I am surprised the jokes still make me laugh and I get a weird satisfaction from things that I find enjoyable yet are mostly the same every time (like an episode of House or Pawn Stars). And like I said earlier, I do like the book. I’m not someone who only makes fun of things I dislike. I make fun of things I do like just as much as things I don’t like in my day-to-day life.
I only speak for myself here and this is just my personal point of view.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.