How Blogging Helped Me Like Myself

It’s 4 a.m. and I’m awake. That’s unfortunate, especially because I don’t have any John Green to keep me entertained.

But my last post involved a rant about therapy, and it occurred to me that maybe I have something to say about self-esteem, which I’m learning is something of a global — if not universal — epidemic. [NOTE: This isn’t a “rant,” really, but I wasn’t sure how else to categorize it. “Mushy sentimental middle-of-the-night blogging” isn’t a category.] I don’t know how useful this will be to anyone else, but considering the sheer volume of people who seem to struggle with this issue, it can hardly hurt, right?

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Cover to Cover: The Fault in Our Stars, Ch. 9

Hey guys! We’ve got a short one this week, but don’t worry, because it’s bad enough for 3 chapters. No need to worry about a dearth of material here!

Turns out there's an entire Tumblr dedicated to pointing out all the terrible things about John Green. It's pretty amazing.
Turns out there’s an entire Tumblr dedicated to pointing out all the terrible things about John and his brother, Hank. It’s pretty amazing.

 

When my friend Will read my blog post for the last chapter, he bet me that there was no way they’d get to Amsterdam before Chapter 11. Green would drag it out much longer than that, because he has no idea how pacing works.

I desperately wish I could say he lost that bet.

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Cover to Cover: The Fault in Our Stars, Ch. 8

I’ve done 11 of these. Eleven blog posts, ranting and raging at Green’s inept writing, the shallow, hideous pretentiousness of his characters, and a shocking lack of consistency from one paragraph to another.

Eleven times I’ve done this for you over the course of 4 months. And what chapter are we on now?

Eight.

Out of 25.

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Lord, give me strength, because I am not feeling it.

But we have to get our heroes to Amsterdam someday, and they’ve been trying for the last 3 chapters to make it happen. Though anyone with half a brain has known they’re going since before it was even mentioned, Green chooses to pretend — again — that it’s still up in the air, beginning this chapter with a meeting between Sunshine and her doctors.

We had a big Cancer Team Meeting a couple days later. Every so often, a bunch of doctors and social workers and physical therapists and whoever else got together around a big table in a conference room and discussed my situation. (Not the Augustus Waters situation or the Amsterdam situation. The cancer situation.)

I’m already annoyed.

Luckily for me I have Cheap Beer, the drink of choice for broke college students!

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Cover to Cover: The Fault in Our Stars, Ch. 7

Welcome back to another installment of The Fault in Our StarsBut we really don’t have time to get into introductions, because at the very end of last week our heroine seemed to be on the brink of death, and I’m sure we’re all dying to find out what happened to her.

Okay, it’s this or do homework.
Okay, it’s this or do homework.

And it opens with a thrilling and gut-wrenching paragraph:

I screamed to wake up my parents, and they burst into the room, but there was nothing they could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intracranial firecrackers that made me think that I was once and for all going, and I told myself—as I’ve told myself before—that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

Huh.

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