I have to get this off my chest.
I love cliches….okay SOME cliches. There are still some cliches that drive me up the wall.
But usually the cliches that tick me off are the ones involving winks to the audience. I can stand a couple in a book….but if there’s one every other page…I kind of want to throw the book against the wall.
There are exceptions. Ready Player One was bearable. But if you’re trying to entice your audience into enjoying a story by referencing things…with no relation to the story, just kind of as a nudge nudge wink wink moment, no thank you.
Other cliches I don’t mind. I don’t mind the parent/guardian being dead or dying a the beginning. I don’t mind the familial relation reveal (if handled well, obviously). I don’t mind the love triangle or will they won’t they story lines.
I could go on…but I won’t. Otherwise this post will be far too long.
I guess the point of this post is really to say…everyone is different. Cliches may be overdone, but there’s a reason.
Also, sorry, there truthfully aren’t that many ways to write stories that won’t annoy some people while others love it.
Does anyone else, when they’re being relatively successful or have their hands in multiple projects, ever feel like…
I’m not sure how to explain this without sounding a little weird…but when has that ever really stopped me?
I’ve got a lot of things going on, one not presently active due to the current pandemic, and I feel like…they’re all happening to other versions of me…
Like I said, I sound weird. But I mean, they say everyone has multiple personalities that they put on depending on who they’re around. Not to be confused with DID, which is an actual disorder, I’m not talking about having other people inside of me.
I just mean, I feel disconnected (not dissociative) from all these separate parts of my life.
My theater work feels light years away from my writing work, which feels light years away from the YouTube channels I work on, which feels light years away from my social life…what little there is.
Do other people feel like this?
Am I alone in feeling like this?
Should I be talking to a psychiatrist about this? Who am I kidding…I can’t afford a psychiatrist.
I think this whole being in self isolation is affecting more than my non existent social life and lack of work.
It’s affecting my non existent sleep schedule. And by affecting, I mean every sound in my home that I used to ignore/know exactly what it was…now sounds consistently like somebody walking through the house.
I know it’s not, but I think a little bit of paranoia is starting…and there’s still 26 days of this round of stay at home orders.
My main source of the paranoia is the idea that desperate people who are out of work…will be desperate.
It also didn’t help that this past holiday season, a guy knocked on our door when I was home alone and was acting reeeeaaallllyy shady. Like, facing away from the door and standing enough to the side that if I opened the door, he could easily force his way in or surprise me.
I’m a little jumpy, now.
And I hate that. I hate that I’m even thinking people would do that during this already sucky time…but this is an unusual time. And most people can’t handle unusual.
But as a teenage goth once said, “I myself am…unusual.”
I think that was the quote…close enough.