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  Here's a nice little free-thought topic for you: I am currently working on a web-page that delves into numerous topics, some debatable, some amusing, for a purely entertaining purpose. The theme of this web site revolves around a nice little controversial animated Japanese story called Card Captor Sakura. Like most CLAMP (the creators) works, any and all relationships in the story tend to be bizarre and occasionally taboo, testing the boundaries of social norms and giving us such development that we can see where each relationship is coming from, and then being forced to make our judgement.
Well, much of the research and commentary for the character section of this web site is done by my 'son' (not to be taken too literally) Viscay, an extremely intelligent and articulate boy of fifteen, whose father was a literature teacher. Therefore, most of what he writes is perfection incarnate, and there is little of his that doesn't make perfect sense. Anyhow, last night we were talking on ICQ and he had sent to me one of the character essays that was to be posted on the web site, one regarding the rather controversial student-teacher relationship where in the teacher is twenty-three and the student is eleven. Now hypocritical as I may be I find a lot in there to debate about despite all the background and character development that CLAMP has given us. But Viscay, unlike himself had written a completely one-sided essay condoning and rather celebrating the relationship in a rather passionate and unsupported way! He even went so far as to subtly attack anyone that didn't agree with his point of view. This was a complete shocker and kind of angered me, being as the web site we're working on is supposed to be relatively neutral and if not then at least supported when we spin off one way or another.
When I questioned him about it (and I wasn't being mean!) he blew up at me, saying that no one ever understands his viewpoints and that everyone is so close-minded and how I of all people have no right to question his opinion. Touché.
My point is in that; sometimes we act a certain way and seem to support a certain view, but when someone tries to categorise or explain what they see in us we become hypocritical in a sense, denying ourselves to the people who know us the most. (I'm sorry if I'm not explaining myself well enough. I'm rather riled up.) On the other hand, maybe in those cases we're examining ourselves; finding our faults and wishing to become something better. I don't want to come off as completely one-sided, emotional or taboo, but I do. People like Viscay who I love and who I know love me would want to defend that, and I think that's what Viscay was subconsciously trying to do. He was angered when I didn't take what he was doing how he meant it to be received. We're not bickering about the subject anymore and together we wrote another, much better essay after that, but in a way I'm kind of worried that I broke a little of his spirit. Maybe he loved me because he believed in me; I was the only thing consistent in his life, and now once again his evaluation failed him. Perhaps I failed him.
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