I started reading “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” yesterday, and in a couple of minutes I’m finished. I love that story more and more for every word I read, and I will probably read it over and over again like I watched the film over and over again. I think it’s my all time favorite book. I’m a really big fan of the movie also, but Superbad is closest to the heart.
I would love talking some more about the book, but to be honest I have a lot of other stuff in my mind that I should spend the time thinking about.
While reading it, I did realize something though. It made me cry on the bus actually, and I don’t know why, because it didn’t really bother me at that time. But I realized that when I graduated from high school, I was the only one who didn’t have any one to come and watch and give me hugs and congratulations after the ceremony.
Like I said, I don’t know why I reacted so much on it today. It didn’t bother me then (I think), and I haven’t given it a thought since. But I know that when I watch movies where things like that happen, when something important and big happens and no one is there to witness it, I feel very sad for the person because it must be so awkward and lonely to see everybody else hug their proud parents and brothers and sisters.
I guess it made such a strong impact on me because I realized I was that person.