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Despite some fairly crushing news received earlier today, I actually feel rather good tonight. Friends have helped me with my problems, things aren't as dire as I first suspected they might be, and my mood has risen considerably.
For one reason or another, this has made me want to write. As much as I want to write some fanfiction right now, with my notes and ideas still scattered across various files and journals, I think it's best to work on something else for now, and to come back to fanfiction later. So Rei's whipped up some Darth Vaders (cola with grenadine) to keep up both going, and we're having an X-Files marathon while I write and she sketches.
I've had an idea for a while now that I'm hesitant to write, mostly because I'm afraid that the majority of readers won't recognize it for the satire that it is. I have a good number of friends who, in one way or another, have disabilities or other mental or physical hinderances to living, and hearing some of them talk has given me a lot of inspiration. Not in the, "ZOMG, you're so inspirational because you live in pain every day," kind of way (I have problems of my own and know what it is to struggle), but inspiration from their rants and dealing with the abled world.
One such complaint is people speaking for them, the abled speaking for the disabled to say that disabled people don't want cures and that "fixing" their condition would ruin an essential part of who that person in inside. Thus in the grand tradition of humanity going to extremes, I envisioned a world in which those with physical or mental problems are the norm, and those without such conditions are freaks of nature and deserve pity for not being special. Parents will crush a child's leg in order to get it amputated, work to give children psychological problems, all so that they can be normal by being different.
But there are some who escape such treatment and grow up what we would consider normal. These people are forced by society at large to live in an institution known as the simplex, the very opposite of complex. (Any connecton to herpes has been noted and winced at already.)
It's easy to see why I worry that this won't be received well. I can imagine that this sort of protrayal would not go over well with disability activists, for one. I know that some people with disabilities do actually think that way, too, that by being different they are therefor better, and who insist that anybody who doesn't recognise that they are special and have their own culture built around said difference is just willfully ignorant. I doubt they'd look kindly upon it either.
But what I have in mind is less a commentary on disability but more a commentary on the human condition to take things to extremes. Disability is merely the conduit I could well have used the low educational standards as a conduit instead, the marginaization of the intelligent and society favouring the underskilled. I could have used gender and sexuality, and idea I toyed with a while ago and would still like to use.
But right now, Simplex is my baby, and what I want to write. Even if it does nothing but take up space on my hard drive in the end, it will be interesting to write it and explore the themes.
For one reason or another, this has made me want to write. As much as I want to write some fanfiction right now, with my notes and ideas still scattered across various files and journals, I think it's best to work on something else for now, and to come back to fanfiction later. So Rei's whipped up some Darth Vaders (cola with grenadine) to keep up both going, and we're having an X-Files marathon while I write and she sketches.
I've had an idea for a while now that I'm hesitant to write, mostly because I'm afraid that the majority of readers won't recognize it for the satire that it is. I have a good number of friends who, in one way or another, have disabilities or other mental or physical hinderances to living, and hearing some of them talk has given me a lot of inspiration. Not in the, "ZOMG, you're so inspirational because you live in pain every day," kind of way (I have problems of my own and know what it is to struggle), but inspiration from their rants and dealing with the abled world.
One such complaint is people speaking for them, the abled speaking for the disabled to say that disabled people don't want cures and that "fixing" their condition would ruin an essential part of who that person in inside. Thus in the grand tradition of humanity going to extremes, I envisioned a world in which those with physical or mental problems are the norm, and those without such conditions are freaks of nature and deserve pity for not being special. Parents will crush a child's leg in order to get it amputated, work to give children psychological problems, all so that they can be normal by being different.
But there are some who escape such treatment and grow up what we would consider normal. These people are forced by society at large to live in an institution known as the simplex, the very opposite of complex. (Any connecton to herpes has been noted and winced at already.)
It's easy to see why I worry that this won't be received well. I can imagine that this sort of protrayal would not go over well with disability activists, for one. I know that some people with disabilities do actually think that way, too, that by being different they are therefor better, and who insist that anybody who doesn't recognise that they are special and have their own culture built around said difference is just willfully ignorant. I doubt they'd look kindly upon it either.
But what I have in mind is less a commentary on disability but more a commentary on the human condition to take things to extremes. Disability is merely the conduit I could well have used the low educational standards as a conduit instead, the marginaization of the intelligent and society favouring the underskilled. I could have used gender and sexuality, and idea I toyed with a while ago and would still like to use.
But right now, Simplex is my baby, and what I want to write. Even if it does nothing but take up space on my hard drive in the end, it will be interesting to write it and explore the themes.