As Hamlet:
In the words of Marcellus, "Something
is rotten in the state of Denmark," alright (1.2.90). In fact,
"rotten" is but a mere understatement to the reprehensible,
deplorable, abominable actions of my mother. How dare she go and wed my
father's brother, practically as his grave was being dug. Instead of him
turning over in his grave, I witnessed the ghost of the poor fellow. Initially
in awe, I now assume he was probably coming to see if the monstrosity of new
monarchs was in fact true. for heaven's sake, "The funeral bak'd meats/Did
coldly furnish forth the marriage tables," (1.2.180). Not only is the
union incestuous, but also suspicious. I mean, I find it to be quite odd
that my mother could move past the grieving process of her beloved husband and
my uncle his dear brother, so soon. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if they
played a role in his death, just so they could be together, *gag*. As for
Claudius taking my father's throne I prefer to think of it as, "Hyperion
to a satyr," (1.2.140). I realize that may seem a bit harsh, comparing the new King as downgrading to a half man half
beast from the great Titan Hyperion, but my my uncle's actions so soon after my
father's death were harsh.
On top of everything, my mother comes to
me and says, "Hamlet: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to
Wittenberg," (1.2.118-119). Despite my anger towards her, I decided--being
the great son that I am-- to grant her wish and remain in Denmark. I mean, sure
I wanted to continue my education with my comrades, but I wouldn't want to upset
mother, or lead her to believe I disapprove of her marital status. And, as if
my current situation couldn't become any worse, my mistress Ophelia has been
forbidden to see me. Oh God, why?! I heard through the grape vine that her
father, Polonious, has said, "I would not, in plain terms, from this time
forth,/ Have you so slander any moment leisure, As to give words or talk with
the Lord Hamlet," (1.2.133-135). And apparently Ophelia agreed to this! My
father has passed, my deranged uncle has betrothed my mother--who has asked me
not to return to Wittenberg-- and my Ophelia is no longer allowed to see me.
I'd debate whether my life is worth living anymore, but I cannot face eternal
judgment.
Tweets:
*sniffs* something sure smells rotten in
the state of Denmark...Oh wait, it's just the funeral bak'd meats at the
wedding #JustKidding #They'reStillFresh
My father= Hperion
My stepfather= satyr
#SorryNotSorry #truth #MyDadRules
Ugh mom's begging me to stay home and not
go back to Wittenberg #WhateverYouSayMom #MommasBoy
Polonious is like Ariel's dad in
"The Little Mermaid" because he's forbidding Ophelia from seeing
me... #OverProtectiveDadProbz #MyLife
Not trying to be bitter, but we might as
well cut costs for the wedding by serving the bak'd meats from father's funeral
#YeahIJustWentThere #Salty #Realist #PennyPincher
