I should probably be glad that my work on Hamlet has been over for a little while now, but no, I decide to return to it on my own.
You see, as I was reading, there was something familiar. I probably shouldn't be too excited about finding a similarity between myself and Hamlet since people often make fun of him for his rambling speech and inaction, but I can't seem to help it.
Now, I don't speak soliloquies out loud or anything, but I do think sort of like Hamlet, minus the amazing sharp wit. We both have this idea in our heads that we constantly link to other things to examine in detail all the wrong things before in a very roundabout way at the same conclusion a simpler person would've reached right away. And the inaction thing . . . well, nobody likes to admit a fault like that, but I could probably be quicker to act, also. (Hmm, did I just blog about how I resemble a literary character's negative, not positive, traits? Well, depends on how you think of the overthinking part . . . )