Weeping for 99 chapters in a row

It wasn't my best move, choosing a module based on my liking for a Disney film that related rather obscurely to it, but now I'm stuck doing literature of the later middle ages until summer. It's not all bad I guess: I can understand most of the language and the stories aren't really taxing to read. Some of it is actually quite interesting and I was generally interested in Medieval times at some point in my life.

That being said, I want to shoot my eyeballs for choosing this module.

This week I had to read a Middle English text that had 99 chapters and was all about a (real!) woman called Margery Kempe who wanted to be a saint so badly she spent all her time praying and crying and regretting the fact she had fourteen children with her unfortunate husband. It was torture. Every time I read the words "wepyn" (weeping), "sobbyn" (sobbing) and "sorwe" (sorrow), I died a little inside. It was all so repetitive - and it didn't help that Margery liked to bang on about her hallucinations talks with God/Jesus/Mary/some reputable saint or other.

Not only did all this happen in the text, but it was also meant to be Margery's autobiography. Written in the third person. There were all these phrases declaring her as sweet and precious and bleugh. I mean really, conceited much, Mrs Kempe?

I feel sorry for her husband. He married a bag of crazy. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to erase all instances of characters crying in my WIP. I simply can't stand it in literature any more.

Fuck you, Margery.