Last night, in the doctor’s office of all places, my mother and I had another conversation about fictional characters.
I can’t believe it’s already August. Summer has flown by. Then again, it doesn’t really feel like Summer because I graduated college and I’m not going back to school this Fall. I’m really sad about not going back.
I know I originally said I like fiction because it’s nice to forget reality, but fiction also has a darker side. Some books are too perfect. Sure, they have their rollercoaster of feels and plot twists like any other book. However, these “perfect” books end with “Happily Ever After” – particularly if your name is Stephenie Meyer.* So I guess what I’m trying to say is I like fiction because it helps me cope with reality, but it also hurts because I wish fiction was reality and I didn’t have to deal with certain things in my life.
*More on this in a later post