Dysfunctionality.

I doubt that is even a word: dysfunctionality, it sounded like an awesome blog title though. The day some of us have been wishing for, and the rest of us maybe not, but the conclusion of Hamlet has approached with such a sense of cunning that one may not know how to act or even feel about it. Other than the fact that it is one of the hardest pieces of literature of the modern age to understand, if you do actually understand it, Hamlet is actually far better than any television drama or movie (ironically, many Directors have made Hamlet into a movie with their own unique twist). One conclusion that is pretty evident from Shakespeare’s plays, although historians do not know much about him, is that he must have had one dysfunctional personality, because his plays would certainly suggests so. He creates families, invests the emotions of the audience into this fake family made up of actors, knowing full well what his intentions are, and kills them. In Hamlet this is the most evident, it is the most dysfunctional piece of writing I have ever read! A prince has an uncle-dad that he can’t decide whether or not to kill him; wouldn’t you want to kill him to rid yourself of the confusion in your relationship to him. He also has a promiscuous mother, who decided to “keep it in the family” in a sense, and a plethora of other insane characters to compliment these, as if this wasn’t enough already. In the end, they all end up dying, because of a plan that worked, but didn’t work that involved a stabbing and two different forms of poison, very confusing. Is this not the definition of dysfunctional?