Dovstoyevsky and Me

"Why, you...speak somehow like a book," she said, and again there was a note of irony in her voice.
That remark sent a pang to my heart. It was not what I was expecting.
-"Notes from the Underground", Fyodor Dovstoyevsky

I read this book last week for my Novel in Political Theory class. It mostly seemed like a rant by a middle-aged man, but when I read this line after the narrator goes on a tirade to a woman he meets in a bar, I realized I have a lot in common with the Underground Man.

See, people like myself and the Underground Man think too much. We look at life as outsiders and forget that we are actually part of it. Our thoughts are a way to escape the actual emotions of the time because sometimes it is easier to hide away than deal with the problems at hand. This is a situation I am all too familiar with.

After this realization, Underground Man decides it is time to stop living that way and essentially reintroduce himself to society. I am going to try and do that too. I am tired of feeling like I am in a different world than other people my age. I want to enjoy life to the fullest, and I will try with all my might to make sure that I do.