I’ve had enough today! My wife is constantly nagging me. It seems like nothing is ever good enough for her. Am I good enough? I know I am. All the neighbors love me, so why can’t she?!. I swear I have the worst of luck with everything. First, my kids and wife hate me, then my crops won’t grow, and now I never want to be home. The only thing I actually look forward to throughout my day would have to be fishing and hunting. I hope I catch something good today. Maybe then Dame will appreciate me a little more.
-Rip Van Winkle
It’s another bad day, unfortunately. I was just out with my friends and guess what? You guessed it. MY WIFE CAME NAGGING AGAIN!!! I can never catch a break with her. I’m probably just going to go to the woods and do some hunting or something so I can get my mind off all this.
So, I went hunting with Wolf and I brought my gun. When I was about to head home some random guy called my name. I’ll be honest I was a little scared at first, but all he needed was a little help so of course, like the good person I am, helped him. When I helped him to his destination his friends were drinking. I think they want me to drink with them and I don’t want to go home just yet. So I should just stay, right? Nothing bad is going to happen, right? I should be fine, I helped him he won’t hurt me. Oh well, I’m staying. If anything happens to me don’t show my journal to my wife.
-Rip Van Winkle
The craziest thing is going on right now. I have no idea what to do except sit here and collect my thoughts. Okay, so I woke up today with what I was thinking I was just having a very bad hangover from “drinking the night before” with my new buddies. I wake up in the grass (which I expected to be), drink some water, take some Advil that I packed. And when I look down I see MY BEARD HAS GROWN A FOOT LONG! MY GUN IS RUSTED, WOLF IS GONE, AND I CAN’T FIND THE GUYS I WAS DRINKING WITH ANYWHERE! So I head back home because of course my wife is going to be very upset, but everything has changed. I don’t know what to do my neighbors aren’t here anymore, the weather is odd, the president is no longer Bill Clinton, it’s an orange guy named Donald Trump. WTF is going on! How long have I been asleep was all I could think about, so I check the news and I’ve been asleep for 20 YEARS! I’m not even me anymore, my home isn’t even my home anymore, my dog doesn’t recognize me, nobody knows who I am, my kids probably still hate me. I’m going to ask someone where my wife and kids are. I’m so confused. Why didn’t anyone come looking for me?
Update: Apparently I got scammed and now everyone hates me. Fortunately, people recognized my son and Judith, my daughter is letting me stay with her. My wife is also dead, I’m still not too sure how I feel about that. Anyways, I feel like my life is no longer mine and I don’t know how long it will take until I start getting used to everything. I have a lot of catching up to do.
-Rip Van Winkle
I had chosen to do three journal entries based on Rip Van Winkle. I did two before he was in a twenty-year deep sleep and one after his twenty-year deep sleep. I chose to do journal entries because I feel like a lot more people are into writing in journals and just expressing how they feel through writing. With that being said I thought Journal entries would be the perfect modernized way to describe what had happened to Rip Van Winkle. To relate this back to Thomas De Quincey’s term “knowledge of power” we are able to read and perhaps even feel the anxiety Rip Van Winkle goes through as his whole life changes right in front of him. It’s as if his life isn’t even his anymore. His wife is dead, his kids are all grown up, and different people rule his village. To even think how my life would be in a year is crazy, so to think two whole centuries? I could not even begin to imagine how Winkle could have felt in the slightest bit. Imagine waking up from a 20-year coma? As I was Reading through Rip Van Winkle he had been miserable with his wife but also had bad luck with his crops. So had this been his getaway? It’s interesting how through “literature of power” we can interpret short stories, such as the one I am analyzing right now, however, we’d like. For example, some may say they would feel some sort of sentiment towards Winkle, while others could care less due to the fact that he had been careless towards his family.