Because Trivial Pursuit rules my life decisions

I’ve decided to reread Edith Hamilton’s Mythology, despite the intense pangs of bone-crushing hatred that arise from memories of the first reading. But I’ve come to realize that much of what I despised in high school can be attributed to teenage dispassion and sheer stupidity. Yes, I said it. I was stupid. Let’s not dwell.

I couldn’t stand Steinbeck, I found Salinger to be insipid and infuriating, algebra was beneath me, Camus made no sense. And now. Now I lament the fact that Salinger wrote no more than four novels. I’ve read everything written by Camus and moved on to his contemporaries. I work quadratic equations in my free time. And as for Steinbeck….well, still not a fan. Can you blame me?

So I’m hoping this time around I’ll gain more from Hamilton, because I can’t avoid mythology for the rest of my life. And as soon as I find I know next to nothing about something it pops up all over the Trivial Pursuit board…like that ENTIRE category on sports. Seriously, if you thrive on the sports questions, what’s the chance you know anything about the Hindenburg explosion or the number of times Eva Braun attempted suicide? I just don’t get it. But back to point. There’s a good chance I’ll actually enjoy it if you factor in the number of things I once hated but now enjoy…like green beans…and cubism.

p.s. The house guest has left us. And not once, Not. Bloody. Once. did he brush his teeth. I knew you were curious.