Let's talk about...love?
I've had a bit of a mini-epiphany today. As someone who regularly evades conflict in real life and is often annoyed by the pointless antics I see many engaged in when it comes to relationships, it has been a small, niggling point of concern for me the past several years that I tend to write original fiction [someone help me, no!] as well as read others' fanfiction which often have romantic relationships at their center. And the people in them are usually having an angsty, angsty, miscommunication-filled time.
Earlier today I realized this is because I have a sadomasochistic streak in me that's a mile wide despite its submerged position- and while nothing is better than a sweeping epic tale that includes all worthy genres, stories that center around people who are coming together, ripping apart, cautiously circling one another, well. That is when people are at their strongest yet most vulnerable. And that is fascinating.
Last week I was convinced I was wasted having not become a historical researcher. Now I'm convinced I'm a waste for having not further pursued my interest in psychology.
Or, you know, not having read billions more words in my lifetime thus far.