Lend Me Some Sugar, I Am Your Neighbor

I understand the feeling of devoting serious time and thought into a well-polished blog (at least I think I do).  I also understand the feeling of exerting one's utmost energy on said blog to make it as entertaining and intellectual as possible but not getting the love one so rightfully deserves.  Just one comment I ask--one!  Please someone reaffirm my belief that my blog has no flaws and made somebody laugh out loud, I plead.  Everyone deserves some reassurance and support when they put forth the effort with the intentions to entertain.  With that in mind I have decided to serve the bloggers of the world longing for some reassurance.  Call me a good friend or positive reinforcement, but I perceive myself a philanthropist, donating pity comments to the blogging-needy.  Yes, I said pity comments, and yes, I can help with feelings of neglect as a direct result of blogging without costing a penny.  Consider me the street tattoo artist from the 2011 film Bridesmaids.  "IT'S FOR FREE," and when I say free I not only refer to the publishing of an educated comment in response to one's blog, but also a free boost in one's literary confidence.  My philosophy revolves around the idea that writing should always have a reward. Therefore, I have made it my goal to reward all of the under appreciated writers out there, one blog at a time.  Writing should not yield feelings of insignificance, quite the opposite, writing should return feelings of glee and accomplishment as one interacts with the world through words.  With that said, maybe pity comments lack the rewarding feeling I want to provide the authors I follow.  Instead, I vow to search for the forgotten blogs and encourage their authors with positive comments.  Everyone needs a little encouragement and even a sentence of support can improve a writer's outlook on word-weaving.  I pledge to encourage to the best of my abilities, but the enormous amount of blogs online poses  a problem for a mere mortal like myself.  Therefore, I ask all of my fellow bloggers to go out and, in the words of Outkast, lend a neighbor some sugar.  Peers in the blogosphere serve as the fuel for the publishing of more blogs.  I enjoy my classmates' blogs and I often have to restrain myself from commenting on more than two of them every week.  This may sound selfish but I do not want a drought in entertaining blogs due to a lack of positive feedback, so I ask for the help of my followers and bloggers worldwide to keep fueling the fire.

I Want Answers!

Why does Flannery O'Connor create an antagonist that suffers from Alzheimer's?  For what reason does Shakespeare include a bear as a source of conflict?  Poe, whose heart beats uncontrollably?  Why must authors leave so much up for chance?  Why?  Opportunities for speculation keep me up at night and irritate the heck out of me during discussion.  My most recent thought-provoking contemplation: balloons.  Who on this earth developed the balloon and what sort of motives did this inventor have?  Did he/she want children to suffer from the sadness of losing a balloon and watching it slowly fade away into the clouds?  How about the shocking pop of a balloon coming in contact with a sharp object?  I still cringe and blink out of surprise every time.  How can something so innocent and colorful make such a jolting sound?  How about the idea of making something so enticing to children then tying it to the end of a  string out of their reach?  I can recall getting reprimanded when I taunted the dog with people food at the dinner table, apparently tying the string of a balloon to a child's wrist and letting them experience the mystifying curiosity of it hanging overhead has no similarities.  One must have some sympathy for the kids in strollers craning their necks to catch a glimpse of a balloon their parents gratefully got for them but they can only observe it floating and fluttering in the breeze.  What about a balloon makes it so appealing?  Author and student of philosophy, Donald Barthelme, must have asked the same questions as I.  In his short story, "The Balloon," the speaker analyzes the responses a balloon surrounding a portion of Manhattan receives.  Anger, joy, heaviness,warmth, but most notably thought overwhelm the residents of the city.  Anyone that seems to give a balloon some deep thought encounters a curiosity and imagination about the meaning behind it.  I have embraced the contemplation AP English harbors.  I may have lost some sleep over it but I openly believe deep thinking has broadened my outlook on many topics, even those beyond just a simple balloon.  I encourage other students to do the same, get lost in thought and imagine the possibilities everything in literature has to offer.  Have no fear of one's thought bubbles.  Treat one's thoughts like balloons, tie strings to them, attach them to one's imagination, and expand them with even more deliberation.