the mild bay of disinterest

A few days ago, I bought `The Other Wind` written by Ursula K. LeGuin, the sixth book of the Earthsea Trilogy (I know there is a joke there, but it`s so evident that I won`t bother). I have to admit that I am intimidated by LeGuin, that's because I didn't understand her books. Or I thought that I get them, that they're simple stories about a wizard, but it turns out they're not. See, I've read the books, really enjoyed them, nice wizard story I thought, but later, I saw a critic about them, where aunt Ursula said they were mainly about growing up, sexuality, and death. Where the hell were these things? I read an adventure of a wizard, there was some death, some growing up and absolutely no sexuality whatsoever.

Nowadays, as I'm rethinking about the books, I've managed the find the growing and the death parts, I've got them quite well actually, but even though I progressed far and away in this area I still can't find the sexuality, I think the books couldn't even get a pg rating. Also, I think all the stuff that we consume demands a certain knowledge, in fact they demand most of the knowledge of their authors, and that's why they're never really understood and nobody likes french movies. Writing is a bit about that too, turning your personal examples into something that everybody can understand and yet think that they're the only ones experienced enough to get it. When everybody gets what we get, it kinda spoils the fun. But we do keep the sharing privilege for our close friends, because sharing is good and the ability to show off to stangers is better. And as we keep sharing the same things with our friends, we experience more and more the same things, which makes us more alike.

So, really, coming to this point has been nothing but coincidence, but I ask myself, how much do we get our manners and ideas from our friends, after a long time with them, is it really possible to be unlike them? As time flows and we get along and alike, at which point our friendship becomes useless? Useless, in a sense of friendship for improving ourselves; because getting along and having fun improves with the likeness (I came better till here, but writing from work doesn't help the concentration and I keep writing the same thing). How long does it take to drain people, unless they keep on feeding themselves with new stuff and experiences? Is this what we should do to keep ourselves interesting and full? (maybe stopping asking questions would also be a good idea).

At least, I know really well that spare time doesn't help the mood, unless it's between two occupation, and otherwise, it's not really spare time, it's just a long period devoid of any job and responsability (maybe other words for paradise? Well, no, I know better than that, a long period of spare time is actually a challenge for the mind, for a man's intellectual capability of keeping himself busy. It's not necessarily an intellectual challange, but that sounded really good.)


Yes, I got carried away, so, for the lazy reader, here are the results:
1. The Earthsea Trilogy is about growing up, death, and sexuality.
2. Friendship is a copy machine for people.
3. French movies sucks.
4. A long period of spare time is actually a challenge for a man's intellectual capability (yeah, still sounds great).
5. LeGuin's books are a scale of growing up, knowing about life.
6. I get carried away while writing.