I don’t know if all my readers are familiar with the adventures of Spongebob Squarepants, but a beloved storyline of the Spongebob series is one in which Spongebob heroically strives to graduate from “Mrs.
Puff’s Boating School”, and earn the right to legally drive. Puff (A characterization of a Pufferfish) often loses her grip on sanity, and in the episode “Mrs.
He boldly claims he is “going to write the greatest essay of all time.” So, Spongebob locks himself away in his pineapple, sits down at his desk, sharpens his pencil, and titles his paper “What Not to Do At a Stoplight.” Then, the clock starts ticking, and Spongebob doesn’t write anything.
The camera pans from the clock on the wall, and zooms in on Spongebob looking like this: At this point, Spongebob is clearly losing his grip on his mental composure.
Since the days of my first post “An Epiphany About How I Was Being Dumb”, I’ve talked to family, friends, and a couple of professors about their thoughts on the blog.
The responses have been overwhelmingly positive, and as you would expect, in the days since I have felt incredibly inspired and excited about what my blog could become.
Being the social creatures we are, other people’s judgement means a lot to us.
Social reputation means so much to us that many of us lie, cheat, and go through great amounts of pain to either protect the reputation we currently have, or gain a more prestigious one.
Suddenly, I was facing the blank desolation of an empty word document.
To explain how I felt, I'd like to delve into the world of Spongebob Squarepants.