Musings of the Day

There are so many things I would like to write about. I've been hard-pressed by my classes, primarily because I have finals this week. Insane! I can't express how much I have been stressing the paper, too. As I read (in the leisure time that I have—close to none) Anne's diary, there is something that overwhelms me of this young girl who loved to write. She wrote just about anything she could think of. She wrote of her maturity, weaknesses, sexuality, anger, family, etc. She found any time to write as a personal responsibility to herself. I find that extremely attractive. A woman who truly writes from the heart, and who find herself bound to her very nature to write, is one for the eyes and the mind. Men nowadays seek woman with other "attributes." I personally find them unjustifiable. Do I seem ephemeral and bleak writing about these frivolous things? I personally do believe that. I find that a man knows who he is when he knows what he wants. What does it mean to be a man qua man, howbeit? Alas, that is the question!