Recently I read Matilde Acevedo’s blog entry, about Billy Pilgrims’s life. She mentioned how he is completely lonely and although he has a wife and a daughter he is totally miserable. I completely agree. I mean, his daughter is so obnoxious, treats him so bad (As I mentioned in my past blog). And as Matilde said they got married just because it seemed like the right thing to do. However, they don’t even love each other. It’s kind of sad. Although one thing I don’t agree with her is that Billy has adopted a way of thinking and living were this things don’t really matter. They are just part of a small thing in their life, therefore, he does not mind.
Matilde asks herself why Billy is so different from his family, more precisely, from his mother. I actually think it is a consequence of all the things he has to live through: the death of his father, and World War II. These things were very difficult for him; hence he expressed his problems in different ways. Who knows, maybe the Trafolmadorians are part of his ways to unburden.
I completely agree with her when she says that Vonnegut tries to show us messages through his books. More accurately, through the Trafolmadorians. I believe they are the only ones in the right mind, the ones who are mature and are able to see think completely different from us humans. He is trying to show us how we should be how we shouldn’t be attached to simple things, instead enjoy what we have, what we are, and accept thing as they are. 
I actually wish we were more like Billy. You know what, not us, me. I wish I was less attached to things, less worried about opinions and what society expects. However, when I think about that truly, that would leave me without any desires, nothing to fight for, nothing to dream about…
Which would be right?
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