Lately I've been finding that everything I sit down to write becomes less of a story and more of a psychology paper or perhaps a manifesto. I'm not sure why this is happening but I seem to be incapable of writing a straight out story, everything I write I look back on and find paragraphs upon pages of extrapolations upon aspects of the human condition and treatise on various intangible subjects such as change, time, power and various other such things, as is shown in my 'story' "The Becoming" which is more of a treatise on change then an actual story, the opus of this particular rant was after sitting down to begin work on another of my writing projects I find myself instead rattling out an extensive essay on the concept 'power' and the people who have it. While this sort of thing would be great for a college sociology or philosophy class it's not so good for story writing.
I really don't even know why I'm writing this post even as I'm not really asking anything nor can I think of any possible response that anyone could come up with save something along the lines of 'That suckz man, hope you get over it soon." So I suppose I'm using this section exactly as it's meant to be really, as a rant section, because that's all this is really, a rant, a vent, a way for me to work off some steam. Hear that, all of you are a way for me to work off some steam, kind of makes things awkward huh. But, I digress, I'm getting away from the point here and saying things carelessly, I've found recently just how large the repercussions of just one small action can be so I suppose that I should try and be more careful by now, but I guess I'll just never learn, it really does astound me though, just how much someone can let something get to them, but I suppose that no one can ever really be truthful with anyone else because, as I heard in a song somewhere on the radio "If hearts were unbreakable, then I could just tell you where I stand", but they're not and so no one can ever really be truthful or open with anyone else for fear of being hurt or hurting that person.
Ahh but it seems that I just can't stay on topic tonight, sorry, I suppose that I'm a little indisposed right now, I'm in rare form tonight, as they say. Meh, maybe this propensity of mine for writing out longwinded theories on incorporeal concepts instead of actual stories is an inner need for self-expression of my ideals making itself heard, maybe it's a way to express my more intelligent thoughts that I cannot in my day-to-day life because of all the soulless, baseless, uncaring, proletarian monsters who surround me, maybe it's a cry for attention, maybe it's a required vent of my all too oxygen-starved emotions, who knows?
Who cares for that matter, you probably don't, in fact if you've read this far I'm surprised, do you all really have that much interest in the state of my writing ability, or the human condition, or random lyrics I feel like quoting, or my personal feelings and speculations as to my mental state, or any of the other numerous topics I've touched upon in this? I bet you don't, I really do, I'll bet you don't care whatsoever and are continuing to read this either because you're bored, because you feel the need to read every post that goes up on this board, or because you want to have something else to respond to and argue about and take off topic and raise your post count because you believe that by doing this you'll gain respect or perhaps adoration and that you'll finally receive the things that have never been given to you in your real life.
But then I think that I've just said something I shouldn't of, just like how in TV there is the fourth wall that is never supposed to be broken between them and everyone watching, there is a fourth wall of sorts that we are never supposed to acknowledge as well, this is the one between our presumed reason for being on this board, to speak with others who enjoy fanfiction about it and share more of it, and our real reason for being here, which generally will have nothing to do with fanfiction beyond the fact that we feel that we can gain more acceptance here with others who have similar interests then elsewhere. Or maybe I'm BS'ing all of this and just assuming things about the all of you and projecting my own paranoia on the world around me, but then again I suppose that's what you do with paranoia after all, heh.
Really I actually hope no one bothers to respond to this because I really don't see a point, the only other response that I can think besides the ones I mentioned above is one where somebody goes through this picking each little bit apart and then forming a comeback for that particular section and moving onto the next slowly dissecting everything that's been written until it's in a hundred little inconsequential pieces with a hundred little inconsequential rebuttals following close behind them taking the whole point away from this. So I suppose that I'll nix that option now and just say, don't. This isn't a persuasive essay trying to convince you of something, this isn't me saying things should be this way and this is why, this isn't anything that's arguable or that I really feel like arguing for that matter, so just save yourself a few thousand words and twenty minutes and just don't.
I've found that we tend to do that particular 'style' of attack most often because, while an essay as a whole can be strong with the different pieces supporting each other, but by taking them apart piece by piece we can attack each concept individually thus allowing us an easier counterattack as well as doing it in nice neat sections that are easy to read, understand, and respond to, truly the age of the instant gratification has come to its zenith. But, I suppose that it doesn't matter anyway, because, when it all comes down to it, what are all of our emotions and opinions worth? Not much I'll tell you that, little more than dust in the wind, to quote another song, really. So, do whatever, I really couldn't care less at this point, and the word that seems to sum up everything, this post, this section, this person, this life, this world, meh.
I really don't even know why I'm writing this post even as I'm not really asking anything nor can I think of any possible response that anyone could come up with save something along the lines of 'That suckz man, hope you get over it soon." So I suppose I'm using this section exactly as it's meant to be really, as a rant section, because that's all this is really, a rant, a vent, a way for me to work off some steam. Hear that, all of you are a way for me to work off some steam, kind of makes things awkward huh. But, I digress, I'm getting away from the point here and saying things carelessly, I've found recently just how large the repercussions of just one small action can be so I suppose that I should try and be more careful by now, but I guess I'll just never learn, it really does astound me though, just how much someone can let something get to them, but I suppose that no one can ever really be truthful with anyone else because, as I heard in a song somewhere on the radio "If hearts were unbreakable, then I could just tell you where I stand", but they're not and so no one can ever really be truthful or open with anyone else for fear of being hurt or hurting that person.
Ahh but it seems that I just can't stay on topic tonight, sorry, I suppose that I'm a little indisposed right now, I'm in rare form tonight, as they say. Meh, maybe this propensity of mine for writing out longwinded theories on incorporeal concepts instead of actual stories is an inner need for self-expression of my ideals making itself heard, maybe it's a way to express my more intelligent thoughts that I cannot in my day-to-day life because of all the soulless, baseless, uncaring, proletarian monsters who surround me, maybe it's a cry for attention, maybe it's a required vent of my all too oxygen-starved emotions, who knows?
Who cares for that matter, you probably don't, in fact if you've read this far I'm surprised, do you all really have that much interest in the state of my writing ability, or the human condition, or random lyrics I feel like quoting, or my personal feelings and speculations as to my mental state, or any of the other numerous topics I've touched upon in this? I bet you don't, I really do, I'll bet you don't care whatsoever and are continuing to read this either because you're bored, because you feel the need to read every post that goes up on this board, or because you want to have something else to respond to and argue about and take off topic and raise your post count because you believe that by doing this you'll gain respect or perhaps adoration and that you'll finally receive the things that have never been given to you in your real life.
But then I think that I've just said something I shouldn't of, just like how in TV there is the fourth wall that is never supposed to be broken between them and everyone watching, there is a fourth wall of sorts that we are never supposed to acknowledge as well, this is the one between our presumed reason for being on this board, to speak with others who enjoy fanfiction about it and share more of it, and our real reason for being here, which generally will have nothing to do with fanfiction beyond the fact that we feel that we can gain more acceptance here with others who have similar interests then elsewhere. Or maybe I'm BS'ing all of this and just assuming things about the all of you and projecting my own paranoia on the world around me, but then again I suppose that's what you do with paranoia after all, heh.
Really I actually hope no one bothers to respond to this because I really don't see a point, the only other response that I can think besides the ones I mentioned above is one where somebody goes through this picking each little bit apart and then forming a comeback for that particular section and moving onto the next slowly dissecting everything that's been written until it's in a hundred little inconsequential pieces with a hundred little inconsequential rebuttals following close behind them taking the whole point away from this. So I suppose that I'll nix that option now and just say, don't. This isn't a persuasive essay trying to convince you of something, this isn't me saying things should be this way and this is why, this isn't anything that's arguable or that I really feel like arguing for that matter, so just save yourself a few thousand words and twenty minutes and just don't.
I've found that we tend to do that particular 'style' of attack most often because, while an essay as a whole can be strong with the different pieces supporting each other, but by taking them apart piece by piece we can attack each concept individually thus allowing us an easier counterattack as well as doing it in nice neat sections that are easy to read, understand, and respond to, truly the age of the instant gratification has come to its zenith. But, I suppose that it doesn't matter anyway, because, when it all comes down to it, what are all of our emotions and opinions worth? Not much I'll tell you that, little more than dust in the wind, to quote another song, really. So, do whatever, I really couldn't care less at this point, and the word that seems to sum up everything, this post, this section, this person, this life, this world, meh.
