Thursday, March 29, 2012

Character A

So...today was a decent day. Fairly decent. Things happened, and I'm not going to go into detail. Let's just say...my emotion level was up, then in...fifth period it went down, then it was alright after that...I don't know. It's actually hard to explain how I felt about today (yesterday) I guess I felt conflicted on many different levels. I guess I'll try to map it out like this...

Level one: Emotional internal conflict between character A and character A.

Level two: Slight emotional distress in character A when she saw the timpani head. Pictures included.

Level three: Character A very unhappy and distressed after listening to a recording of last night's concert. Character A's upset thoughts: "Why should other innocent people suffer for something you didn't care about? Why should they be punished for something that was your fault? It isn't fair to them and it isn't fair to yourself either. Why should other people be subject to your forever changing emotions about being in the same piece of music as character R? Just move on already. Forget about her. What makes her so different, so special? If it's because of looks, there's better out there. Move on, and stop subjugating yourself to your own misery, because you're also subjugating everyone else to your misery. Stop saying 'fuck character R' because we all know how you feel about her. Rejection hurts, we understand. Now, stop pursuing her and purse something that's worthwhile to you."

Level four: Character A goes home and takes a long nap. She wakes up 5 hours later. She goes downstairs. Character A's parents are talking aboutt her with other parents. Character A attempts to ignore what her parents are saying. Character A still feels like a failure when they talk about her. Character A gets a text message soon after. She is somewhat relieved for the distraction.

Level five: Character A is filled with regrets because she needs to fill out her appeal paper. She is also filled with memories that makes her happy. Character A is conflicted indeed.

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