Oedipus and Harold Crick have taught me that I am responsible for my actions even though my fate is sealed; however, for Harold Crick, this was not the case. Harold did everything he could to knowingly walk into his fate. Through his actions he changed his fate. When he accepted his fate was when he changed his fate. I would have, in that situation, done everything in my power to change my fate.
Oedipus was a good man with a bad fate. He tried to change his fate for all good reasons. This is what classifies him as a good man. When he finds out that his fate has come true, Oedipus punishes himself, but does not kill himself. He takes responsibility for his fate, but wants to let other people know that he was responsible.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Family
One of my pet peeves is when my mom eats she pops her jaw. It is an accidental and involuntary action that still bothers me. When my dad eats I can sometimes hear him swollow and it is the worst of sounds. My family sometimes eats in silence and I can hear these disgusting sounds all the time. I usally go into another room to eat or tell my parents of the annoying sound that I cannot stand. Sounds that people make while eating are the most disgusting sounds I can think of. When I eat at school I never hear any noises from eating because there is so much commotion in the lunchroom.
My "brother" Grant came into my life when I was young and he was still in high school. He would babysit us often. After he had trouble in college he came back to Atlanta. Grant babysat us for a long time until he eventually moved in. He now was like a brother to me and my siblings and a son to my parents. Grant would take us places and hang out with us and even drive us to school. He became the closest non relative I have ever had. My whole family felt like we had adopted him and even called him our family. He was as close to me in my heart as my mom and dad. He has since moved out but is still in touch and has come over to see us many times. WMy family even saw him when we went out to get Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
My "brother" Grant came into my life when I was young and he was still in high school. He would babysit us often. After he had trouble in college he came back to Atlanta. Grant babysat us for a long time until he eventually moved in. He now was like a brother to me and my siblings and a son to my parents. Grant would take us places and hang out with us and even drive us to school. He became the closest non relative I have ever had. My whole family felt like we had adopted him and even called him our family. He was as close to me in my heart as my mom and dad. He has since moved out but is still in touch and has come over to see us many times. WMy family even saw him when we went out to get Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
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