Blog Post 20; Hamlet Act 1

        My mother has found my fathers death to be a much different emotional rollercoaster than my own. I myself have found this experience to be heartbreaking well she is off marrying my Uncle. "A little more than kin, and less than kind!" (1.2.65) It's embarrassing as well as inappropriate to be do such a thing to my father. It hasn't even been two months since we lost my dear father King Hamlet yet she is already running about with Claudius as if my father was nothing but a mere dream or imaginary friend. "Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats/ Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables." (1.2.180-181) They couldn't even make there own food but used the food in my fathers honor, her husbands honor, but worst of all his brothers honor! How in their right mind could possibly think that this was okay young Fortinbras seems to know exactly what is happening to Denmark before anyone in the country but myself does. We are falling apart and rotting under the new kings orders and now I must suffer as well. "And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son." (1.2.115-117) Now they have told me to stay here in this horrible place that has an enemy for a ruler rather then go to be with my friends and learn as I was in the lovely place of Wittenberg. My mother has used her powers of persuasion on me with her "Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg." (1.2.118-119) She thinks it's okay to hold me here in my dispare and dread like it's just stage I will pass. Claudius who finds himself to be my father now keeps telling me how I must let the lose of my father go and have the cloud that hangs over me leave my mind forever. "How is it that the clouds still hang on you?" (1.2.66) Just because the clouds over him and my mother have faded over with in a short two months does not mean that mine should pass any faster then I see fit to be done mourning my own father. My feelings are not under any means a toy to play with though what they may think. I will not respond to every beck and call for my attitude to change just because they find it to be unnatural or the tiny bit depressing. I am no longer a boy with a King for a father but rather a man with a King for an Uncle. My grieving will not end on a dime and I will not let anyone tell me I am a slightly crazy. I am Hamlet and Hamlet I will stay!



 "A little more than kin, and less than kind!" (1.2.65)                  
Worst uncle ever and he added a new title #eviluncle #2ndking #cantbeatmydad

"Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats/ Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables." (1.2.180-181)          
Who wants left overs?? #worstweddingever #whoneedsfamily

"And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son." (1.2.115-117)
Can't I ever just be alone? This family doesn't know the word space! #helicopterparent #collegeisthedream

"Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg." (1.2.118-119)  
College was supposed to be fun not make me feel guilty. #crazymother #collegeguilttrip

 "How is it that the clouds still hang on you?" (1.2.66)
His crying is annoying. Would he just shut up already! #annoyingstepson/nephew #justwanttobeking #ruinedmywedding