– Life can imitate art.
– When some people are cheated on, when they are lied to. When they are told that their boyfriends are going on a trip with “some friends” when “some friends” means one 19-year-old girl whom he convinced was single so that he could go party with college students when he’s almost 26 years old — when that happens, some people just take it like a normal person. They cry. They get over it. The event just fades away into the millions of instances of betrayal and deceit that are a part of our lives.
–When people complain about the state of our world, and society, they are talking about how commonly this occurs, how often we let it slide by. How there is no justice for this, only tolerance.
–Some wouldn’t call it “justice” though. Pettiness, wrath, spite are all apt terms as well… depending on how you view things.
–But you know what a story is? A story is when something like this happens, and it doesn’t just fade away into the ocean of tragic events that happen to good people. A story is when something else happens. And that’s what makes us want to know about it. People can live normal, rational lives, but good stories do not come from normal, rational decisions. So we can look at our choices and resign ourselves to the tragedy of the mundane, or you can make art.
– Sometimes we do things because we want a story to tell; this is not one of those instances. This is a time when we will not give in to everday shit. There is a time when you will want to stand up and say, I am not going to be a victim today. I am going to be a hero today.
– Maybe not “hero” like Superman. Not someone who necessarily does “heroic” things. But someone who won’t accept living an ordinary life. Someone who takes ordinary things like a lying boyfriend and makes it into something with real substance. Not a hero in a folk tale, but the hero or heroine of a novel. Someone who does things worth hearing about.
–Yeah, I know our lives aren’t stories. I know they’re not novels. They’re not art.
– But if sometimes, we added our own justice, our own impulsive decisions, and our own crazy adventures, maybe they could be just a little less ordinary.
–It’s almost 5 am and I can’t sleep.
–I am probably not going to do anything drastic. But I’m just letting you know.
