Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
I know you’re supposed to love your parents, but (theoretically speaking) what if you didn’t? People say it’s impossible, but what if it wasn’t? And if it wasn’t, whose fault would that be? Would you blame the child for hating their parents, an abominable act? Or would you blame the parents for being so monstrous that they pushed their kids to that point? Theoretically speaking of course.
You know what, you have to be some kind of person to actually feel any kind of non-euphoric towards The Hobbit. In my opinion, it’s the best of all the Lord of the Rings book, even if it isn’t actually a part of the Lord of the Rings. I just find the characters so much more lovable and the journey was so much less intense. I don’t think the fate of Middle Earth depended on Bilbo getting some gold for his dwarf friends, but that didn’t make it any less epic. To be frank, if you don’t love the Hobbit, you have no soul.
I know I haven’t posted anything in a something like a year, and so I apologize to all my faithful followers. You guys rock.
And for all those who have decided to unfollow me, well maybe I might just do the same. I said maybe, I’m not quite sure yet.