After posting the link to this blog and reading a few entries in others’ blogs. It has hit me (figuratively speaking) That my words I have posted and will continue to post on this website will be read. So I feel like a disclaimer of sorts is appropriate.

Disclaimer: I do not plan on making my posts consistent, the posting itself will be, of course. But I will most likely write whatever is on my mind. I may answer the questions without an introduction similar to the first post, explain my thought process in a chronological fashion, ride a train of thought and get distracted by the countryside, so on and so forth. Also, although a sophomore, in college, I, still have yet to learn how, to place a, comma correctly.

I appreciate your patience while reading my blog.

Class today was a lot of fun.  I enjoyed both the small group discussion and the full class one. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s class. Or today’s class by the time I blog this.

Mersault really is like water, shaping himself to fit the molds of the people around him. I don’t dislike him. I don’t know what the best quality a person can have is, but Mersault doesn't judge negatively or positively. I hear people say that all the time, “don’t judge me.”  By the time they say that though, it’s usually too late. It’s actually always too late.  But yes, I don’t dislike him. He is much better off morally than some characters in the book. Yes, yes, he killed a person. That was wrong. I don’t deny that. I am happy there aren't a large amount of Mersaults walking around Phoenix in the summertime. “It’s the intention that counts.” I could throw a  rope across The Stranger right now and make a bridge of sorts with A Clockwork Orange, but they’re still different lands.

Does he have a choice? “Living in the moment,” fueled by comfort.” Everything just kind of happens to him. He lets everything just kind of happen.

Using myself as a gauge of normalcy, I ask myself, “Is Mersault ‘strange’?” What does he do/think that I don’t do/think.  How do we live differently?  When am I like Mersault? I am like him when... I go along with something because I have nothing better to do or when I don’t reflect or take time for introspection. Mersault mentioned that he doesn’t like questions. I could tell, because he never really asks himself them.  Is Mersault just naturally being? Is life easiest that way? Maybe in that way (the easy part) a life without passions would be nice, but overall, it sounds like a boring thing. I would die.  Literally. Living without caring is probably impossible. The End of Day 2 Blog Post.