Dramatic Much?!

So, I was recently called over-dramatic by my mother.
You see, I wrote a speech for an EAA meeting I was to attend (they sent me through a week of flight camp) and I was to explain my experiences there to the group of EAA members.

Here's what I wrote:


Greetings, my name is ____________. I am the current Cadet Command Master Chief of the ______ NJROTC.
My week at ________________ was a grand experience that presented me with pleasant memories that will surely last for the rest of my life. My thoughts approaching this week were ones of skepticism. I had heard that, by the end of this one week, we would be intellectually equipped to fly an airplane. One week! You can see where I became skeptical. But the one week came and passed quickly, the days filled with flight charts and aeronautical terminology. We learned of altimeters and vertical horizons, of vertical speed indicators and of barometers. We learned of weather patterns, safety, and of designated flight areas. I could maintain this reiteration of all that I learned there for weeks on end!
I’ve wanted to fly since I was a little girl, first gazing into the vast expanse of the sky. In fact, I’m sure that if you were to pry open the mind of any youth, you would find that same, burning passion to fly. We took two flights total. The second, I was privileged enough to chart the course and actually fly from ___________ to _________. The first time I flew was a night flight during the middle of the week. I was excited; for it was my first time, ever, up in the air!
Describing my flights, in fact describing any flight, is the action of trying to take the most magnificent ideas, the most passionate feelings, and the most dazzling scenes, and trying to condense such stirring and beautiful things into relatable terms. It is impossible to describe flight, even when using the most eloquent of terms and the most moving of images. There is nothing to compare it to. At the beginning of time, we thought flight impossible, and therefore, made no word that could ever encompass the magnificence of it. And I believe that it would be impossible to really try anyways. Flying, unfettered and free of all Earthly bonds creates a feeling that compromises you both physically and spiritually.
Flying has haunted human beings since prior to the tale of Icarus. The great writers and philosophers of all time lived through a time in which flight was impossible, nothing more than a vague and unvoiced dream. But had they lived now, had they ever flown, they would surely have voiced that the air up there is the delicious filament that angels enjoy eternally; that the sky is the uncharted wilderness of creation; that the sky truly is the wine of the gods.
And so I’d like to thank you sincerely. The memories that you have provided me with are possibly the most exquisite and eternally beautiful I’ll ever come to keep. I am in your debt forevermore.

Sound familiar? I know, I was drawing blanks so I used some of my previous article to help inspire me.
I must say though, I'm quite proud of how it turned out.
Dramatic...?....maybe....
And the EAA members absolutly loved it.

I Suppose....

I suppose that I sat down tonight to try and write something profound.....I seem to like trying to do that.

Indeed, it seems that that may be my purpose in life, to give ridiculous opinions for the embarrassment of myself and the amusement of others.

I know what you're thinking "You're cutting yourself short, your horrible spelling also amuses us!"

Well thank you for your comforting reassurences, but I am pleased to announce that I think I finally feel above my philosophical urges.

Today I was thinking of how, after I pass on, I would like my body to be disposed of. I've always been rather fond of the thought of cremation, and I was contemplating the purity that fire brings with it, when a thought occured to me.

(Well....it actually occured to me while I was berating myself for being foolish again, I do that quite often...but I really do enjoy the idea that fire brings purity...but I digress)

It occured to me that philosophy is the action of a person taking the most magnificent ideas, the most passionate feelings, and the most heart-wrenching scenes, and trying to condense such stirring, beautiful things into relatable terms.

And then it struck me, Who can do that?!

Truly, no mere mortal could come close to the ablsolute and consuming feelings that come from being in love, or the unrelenting loss and physical pain of losing something irreplaceably dear to you. Certainly, there is no botanical wonder that could come close to said passion. Nor any natural marvel that could represent these absolute and all-consuming emotions.

How could one even consider, how could anyone be so audacious, as to even try to condense those feelings with some natural metaphor?!

The search for wisdom, that lust for knowledge, that's how!

I am guilty of that lust, that greed, but as I realized the absolute futileness of attempting said affronts, I realized that philosophy is false. There is no accomplishing that which I described by any other save GOD.

Why try?

Comfort I suppose...the utter completeness of feeling is intimidating to say the least. Why not break i down into managable metaphors....it's rather similar to what we've done to time.

Anyways, as you probably guessed, I wont be getting off my high horse any time soon. Just because I recognize my rantings as being in vain, and despite my obvious unpolished ideas, I like to rant.
Comfort and all that. *winks*