I've always been a very creative person, and I think that's why I hate math and science. My brain just isn't programmed to do one thing to get the same answer every time. With those subjects, everything makes sense when you understand it. Well, I never did, so I kept my nose in books all these years and now I'm in art school.
Of those books, I loved the ones that were just silly, like "Wayside School," or the ones that had weird storylines, like "The Bailey School Kids." Dr. Seuss is my main inspiration as a writer (he's the reason I want to write children's books!). I love "Alice in Wonderland," and "The Wizard of Oz" is one of my favorite movies of all time.
Even now, I just find really weird things funny, like random combinations of words and things that are out of place. Half the time, the only thing that's funny to me is that it just doesn't make sense. In a world so full of hate and destruction, where two plus two equals four every time, I love laughing at things that just aren't right, like a stop sign that's fallen over or a sock in the middle of the sidewalk.
Though it may not seem like it, everything in the world makes sense in some way. When I have a problem, I tend to overthink it until I understand it. Most of the time, what hurts me is that everything clicks. Everything makes sense, but I didn't see it before. It's the worst feeling in the world, that sucky things can happen and it's completely normal. It just makes sense, there's nothing you can do about it.
So, why can't I take pleasure in stupid things, like talking scarecrows and a school that was built 30 floors high with one classroom on each floor?
No one said that everything needed to have meaning. To be honest, sometimes I hate things that have meaning. Don't get me wrong, I love discussing complicated topics and debating issues, but why does every song need to sound beautiful? Why does every piece of art in a museum have to be inspired by something? Maybe that's why I love pop music so much. Most of the time, the lyrics aren't super deep, and I don't care. It may be repetitive, but nothing makes me feel better after a long day than screaming Britney Spears lyrics into a hairbrush.
Obviously, my favorite books and movies were inspired by something, but I choose to focus on the aspect that makes me happy, the silly aspect that just doesn't make sense. Why did a tornado drop Dorothy in Oz? Why did a rabbit hole lead to Wonderland? What's a wocket, and why is it in my pocket? I don't know. Why not?
Gibberish is funny. Fantastical worlds and faulty storylines keep me going. Not everything needs to have a reason. Sometimes, things can exist just for fun, just because we want them to. Not everything needs to have a purpose. Some of the best things in life exist just to make us smile.
