Q2: Blog3

This week I read up to page 182. I know, I'm making slow progress. I should have some good free time over Thanksgiving break to get a little more reading done, and if necessary winter break too. In this section, Oskar basically goes to visit more Blacks. One of the Blacks lives in Oskar's building. This man really struck me. He is an old man who lives alone, his wife had died over 10 years before. Through Oskar's conversation with him, it comes out that he used to be a journalist, covering every war that ever was. Through his journalism, he came to keep index cards for everyone he met. They included the name of the person and one word to describe them. Some examples were "Henry Kissinger: war!" and "Martha Stewart: money!" (157). Most people were either war or money, which I found intriguing. Mahatma Gandhi was listed as war. Although anti-war would perhaps be a better description, Mr. Black does bring up a good point. War and money are everywhere, they are so many peoples' life goals or careers. Personally, I would hate to be classified in either category. Oskar wonders what his dad would be described as, and can't think of an answer. I can't either, for myself that is. Honestly I have no idea. And I'm fine with that. I've never liked anything where you have to give adjectives that describe yourself. I feel like I'm me, and that's it. I don't want to have to describe myself, because then I feel the need to hold myself to the standards I described myself as. "Oh no, I said I was prompt, but now I'm late..." I don't like to fit under adjectives, although I'm sure everyone does fit under adjectives in one way or another. People are so much more complicated than a word, at least in my eyes. But Mr. Black seems to disagree, as he has everyone classified, even himself. Despite my reservations, I still feel myself wondering, how would I be described?