Anyway, so the dude was procrastinating studying for his finals. He goes to a place to grab a burger or whatever, and meets his girlfriend and her two friends there. He tries to blow her off, and she keeps asking him why, so he says something mean to her to deflect, which makes her friend hit him or something.
I liked how I'd written it because I thought I'd made him sound funny and quirky and whatever, and when I showed a couple of my friends, they said he seemed angry all the time. I was shocked, because how could he have been angry all the time?! He was procrastinating. That's like, inherently humorous. Or whatever.
They also said that some guy trying to punch him out for what he said was kind of overdramatic, and I was even more shocked. Because doesn't that kind of thing happen all the time? Like, Harry and Ron try to kill Draco for dumping on Ron's mother. This shit happens everywhere!
Even worse, I tried fleshing out the girlfriend and the backstory between her and her friend so that it'd have been more likely for him to hit the main character, and I figured it all out, and then stopped caring about the whole thing. Because this is how I write things. I figure out the characters, and then there's no point to writing the story anymore, because for me, that's all any story is about. Figuring people out. There's no story beyond that for me. I've never ever written or thought up a story past the exposition stage in the beginning because there's never been any sort of major plot in my own life.
Everything is a ministory. Everything is an episode. It makes me wonder how there is such a thing as a series of books. And sequels. Because characters are all the same in the end. They even change the same way. So then what's the point?
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