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sometimes i feel like i'm truly a character in a movie, or novel,
that i don't know about. the people surrounding me can be incredibly
typecast. they fit perfectly into these molds of characters, it makes
me want to analyze them, criticize them, and then ultimately trash
the author for completely missing the point of the story. this almighty
author's character and plot choices are ultimately flawed, as is his
tragic hero; as i am beginning to learn.
or perhaps this is a badly written sitcom. the same predictable
events happening day in and day out, hour after hour.
its somewhat nauseating, the lack of intelligent dialogue, or life
for that matter. and there's that one incredibly annoying character,
which you'd think that if you actually had to co-exist with you would
surely chew off a limb, or two; so you thank the heavens that this
concoction of human waste is fictitious.
but no, this person actually exists.
the story is simply getting old, redundant, and over used. each
character has its equally annoying, yet completely different,
imperfections. Knowing that no one is perfect, I swallow this
pride and accept the fact that the story will never follow the path
i want. simply because I am not the creative genius. someone else
pulling the strings, the master of puppets if you will, has control
over this sick, sad little game; and he has chosen these persona's
with which to pit me against, and see how i turn out.
exibit a. the life of a first year college student.
that i don't know about. the people surrounding me can be incredibly
typecast. they fit perfectly into these molds of characters, it makes
me want to analyze them, criticize them, and then ultimately trash
the author for completely missing the point of the story. this almighty
author's character and plot choices are ultimately flawed, as is his
tragic hero; as i am beginning to learn.
or perhaps this is a badly written sitcom. the same predictable
events happening day in and day out, hour after hour.
its somewhat nauseating, the lack of intelligent dialogue, or life
for that matter. and there's that one incredibly annoying character,
which you'd think that if you actually had to co-exist with you would
surely chew off a limb, or two; so you thank the heavens that this
concoction of human waste is fictitious.
but no, this person actually exists.
the story is simply getting old, redundant, and over used. each
character has its equally annoying, yet completely different,
imperfections. Knowing that no one is perfect, I swallow this
pride and accept the fact that the story will never follow the path
i want. simply because I am not the creative genius. someone else
pulling the strings, the master of puppets if you will, has control
over this sick, sad little game; and he has chosen these persona's
with which to pit me against, and see how i turn out.
exibit a. the life of a first year college student.