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While I have so many regrets, one has held to my mind recently. This would not be my greatest, but it is a great regret and one that I’m afraid I’ve become vastly too busy and lazy to undo.

Now, I have many regrets. I have a feeling those who say they have no regrets are just liars. You always have some. They may not be life shattering or dwell with you, haunting your days, but you have some. But I honestly don’t care about yours, because this is my blog and I’m generally a jerk like that. Being a jerk happens to not be a regret but a lifestyle choice.

But my regret, or at least the one I feel comfortable expanding on in public, is my lack of knowledge in classic literature. Now, I’m not saying that I don’t read. I do. Comic books count. I also enjoy certain authors quite a bit and read their books, but most of them are modern fiction writers or books on religion and philosophy. I haven’t read many of the classics.

This all started back in school. I have always had a strong rebellious streak in me, so when we were asked to read books, I usually did not. I would find the movie and half watch that. If it wasn’t for Gary Sinises I’m not sure I would’ve made a C+ on my Of Mice and Men paper.

I started thinking about my lack of reading books in high school when someone asked me about the Great Gatsby. I remember having to read it, but I cannot remember a single thing about it other than the era in which it is placed. I also don’t even remember the movie on that book. I have no idea if I should look forward to the film or not, because I don’t remember anything about the story.

Likewise with Moby Dick, which I’m not sure I even got past the first chapter in reading. I know nothing about that book except that the whale doesn’t actually represent a whale. Other than that I could’ve cared less about that. I believe when I was supposed to have read that book was when either the classic Onslaught or Age of Apocalypse was occurring in the Marvel Universe and I felt myself much less concerned with a make believe fish and more with make believe Superheroes. I can’t tell you much about Moby Dick, but I can recall in great detail the events which led up to and during both Onslaught and Age of Apocalypse.

I also barely remember anything about To Kill A Mockingbird except how Boo Radley runs out of nowhere to save the day. I remember that because that is a classic superhero move. Boo Radley is like Batman. Other than that I remember a movie with an angry courthouse. That is about it.

I also paid almost no attention to both the Iliad and the Odyssey. Both stories greatly intrigue me, but how really are to expect a teenager to read those? They are cool full of sex and violence and adventure, yet you can’t understand any of it. Or at least what little of it that I read I couldn’t.

There are also so many books that others read that I never got a chance to not read. My senior year in high school I was transferred to some backwards little private school out in the middle of nowhere. I was like Kevin Bacon in Footloose, with just slightly less dancing but just as much jazz fingers. My English class read Chicken Soup for the Soul as our senior year English book. No Tale of Two Cities. No Old Man and the Sea. No Jane Eyre. No Inferno. Not even Great Expectations which I was actually forced to read in sixth grade by my mom. I got to read about spiritual healing and amazing coincidences which people gave some mushy spiritual connection to understand it. And I possibly read more of that book that most other books I was forced to read. Probably because it was written on the level of a two year old, and also because I thought it was hilariously awful.

In case you don’t believe how bad this school was, I’ll explain how awful the whole area was. During our three hour graduation for a class of fewer than thirty students, we had the honor of sitting and watching as about five individuals received most of the available scholarships at that school. This was nice because by the end you really knew whose parent was rich and who was going to college. In the middle of that part of the ceremony they announced a $100 scholarship from Fairfield County Library system who gave this every year to whatever student used the library the most. Now, remember this whole thing I’m writing is about how I never read in high school unless it was a comic book. But I won that award. I’ll admit, I never read many books that year from the library. What I discovered was that the library had movies on VHS and music CDs. That’s almost all I checked out from there. Maybe I read Jurassic Park again or something too, but I think I owned that book.

So all in all, I’m not sure what the point of all of this is. I guess I’m encouraging you to read the classics. I never did, and I often feel lost in conversation when people bring them up. I nod my head and hope just like in high school no one asks me a question.

Because this guy doesn't look like a rapist at all! Oh, wait. I think that's the point of the book. Dammit!