Happy 400, Will

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Lovely Google Doodle here

 

 

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

William Shakespeare

The first work of Shakespeare’s that I read was an abridged version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, back when I was eight. I remember being enthralled by the beautiful name of the play. Whoa, I thought. Think about combining midnight and summer.

Then, the sheer number of characters attracted me: Titania, Puck,  Oberon. And the love quadrilateral with people of similar names. I remember having a headache trying to differentiate between Hermia and Helena, and their confusing loves. A petty eight-year-old, no wonder.

Now, I’m much older, and having read some more Shakespeare (and other authors), I feel that an average human lifespan is not enough to appreciate his insight into life.

Here’s to a happy 400 years of peace and quiet to William Shakespeare. You will love long in our hearts. You have lived quite long there, actually. Whatever.

Cheers!

Mads

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Beauty Behind The Fairness – A Rant

This was an interesting video that I came across while net surfing. And yeah, it’s true – women (and men) all over the world obsess over their body image. Thin, fat, tall short, fair, dark, (insert random rubbish feature that no one actually notices).

I’m not saying that I’m not body-conscious. I am. I fuss over everything – from my hairstyle to the nail on my little toe. Am I good enough? Am I pretty? Am I attractive? Will people like me? These annoying questions do pop up in my mind.

But seriously. Does anybody EVEN notice? I’m sure that you don’t sigh over your friend’s wonderful ear lobe and drool over her nail polish. Actually, have you even given active attention to those? No? Well, then you are like 90% of us.

It’s okay, good even, that you are not a supermodel. Chances are that others won’t be able to stand you then. Trust me. Do you like hanging out with a girl who looks like Angelina Jolie every day? Crap, I’m sure that even Jolie doesn’t look like Jolie every morning she wakes up with messed-up hair.

It’s not possible to look like that, and it’s time we accept it. Accept your beauty, and remember Lizzie Velasquez, aka The World’s “Ugliest” Woman. Shitty labels.

I Am INFP!!!

INFP

INFP

SO. I took this cool, free MBTI test here, and I discovered that my MBTI type is INFP-Assertive!!! Generally known as a dreamy, peace-loving type, we INFPs are idealistic and value our ethics more than anything else.

Everything I read on that page seemed to ring a chord with me and helped me discover more about myself. Why not take this test yourself? I’m dying to know which type you are!

Away

You make me feel pretty,

Charismatic, clever, and witty,

Intelligent, strong and gritty,

Stopping people look at me with pity.

Where do all these traits go,

When I’m without you?

I’m left insecure and unconfident,

Away from you.

As a response to Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab – Away.

#5 Harry Potter Moment Of The Week

Sick of being late again! This is another one of my combo-prompt posts. I’m responding to what my Patronus and Boggart will be in today’s post.

Cutest one I could find.

Cutest one I could find.

I took two tests ( one at What’s My Patronus? and the other at Teen quizzes) to determine my Patronus, and both of them unanimously decided it would be an otter. Considering my similarities to Hermione Granger (I can prove it if you like), an otter seems to be my only possible Patronus. Stupid, seeing that I’ve never liked otters (they stink of fish, and I’m vegetarian). But they seem to be pretty intelligent creatures, so I’m okay with that.

I just hate this word.

I just hate this word.

I really, really, hated this messed-up Boggart test. Honestly, the three things I’m most scared of are losing everyone I love, being judged, and yep, you guessed it right. Failure. I’m also scared of worms, but the test doesn’t seem to count that. I’m half INFP and half INTP (a mixture of Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger according to this). I say this because I just have a slight preference for Feeling over Thinking. Still, it irks me to know that failure is my Boggart. Maybe my Riddikulus spell will turn it into ‘Success!’ instead…

What is YOUR Patronus and Boggart? How will YOUR Riddikulus spell combat your worst fear? Let me know!