Let me tell you a story. Yes, there is a point to it. A guy. A total doofus, but convinced otherwise, a loser that thinks he’s got the world figured out and sees everything how he wants to. He knows he’s not perfect, but doesn’t sincerely see the reason to change. He’s convinced he’s got what it takes, but he’s weak. The weakest. He’s got a lot of friends. But like any good story, there is tension. One of his friends is a gorgeous pretender. She likes to show herself as an amazing person but is dark to the core. Life is easier when people like you. Another friend is intelligent but not smart. Information is easy to gather, people are hard to figure out. Another friend is quiet and loving. He’s a good man, but a huge coward. His last friend is probably the most mature of the bunch and it’s probably because she’s not in the drama. The silent observer, she is kind, loving, aware of problems, and has a heart as open as a book without a cover but if she’s hurt, then she’s like a closed book without pages.
This is the story of the biggest fuck up ever. The guy says to his pretender friend that he is in love with her. He is. Or so he thinks he is. Being in love and being infatuated are two different things. His need for reciprocation drives him up the wall and he hurts her. Badly. Stunning upsets and major fights later, they do reconcile. But the venom is still there. She is in love with the quiet coward for reasons no one ever saw coming. She sees herself in him. They honestly couldn’t be more different. And no, opposites don’t attract. Complements do. In any case, the relationship was already under stress. It got worse. Paranoia settled in. The doofus felt like he was losing his friends. They were all taking the pretender’s side. All except the one that’s not in the group. She’s on his side. But he is so obsessed with getting what he wants, he doesn’t see her. His anger, jealously, and self-obsessed idiocy, plus his loneliness drives him crazy. He sees only that he will be alone soon, even though he actually won’t. So he lies. The worst lie. The most drastic, stupid, self-pitying, insensitive lie. The lie propagates so much that he even tells people not involved in the matter. Then the lie breaks. Holes, accusations, hell breaks loose. He realizes in the course of two hours what a massive mistake he has made. In two hours, almost all of his friends slap him across the face and leave him in a parking lot, broken and hopeless. Without support and without hope, he feels this is moment with no end. He sits there and plots. To end all. He can’t do this anymore. But it not self-pity. He hates himself, the person he has become. He wants that person to go away. He can’t even look at himself in the mirror. His family has no idea what happened. He doesn’t belong with such a loving family. He decides to clear his conscious and explain everything to one last person. His silent friend. He tells her, prepared for her anger and her slap across the face. He knew he’d lose her, but he wanted to come clean.
But the slap didn’t come. She said that it was okay. She knew why he did it. This was a time to change. A metamorphosis. He had to look inside to be a better person. Surprised and completely taken aback at her behavior, having expected the worst, he took her advice as a blessing and changed himself. He became more optimistic. He took care of himself. He looked inside and purified himself through self-help and mind-building. And most of all, he calmed down. Became less angry. He focused on what he loved while taking care of what was important in his life, his passions, his work, his dreams. All because someone believed in him.
Why am I telling this story? What inspired me to create such a tale? It’s because this story contained something important: emotion. It was about a guy who carried his emotion, his pitiful little self, on his sleeves. He reacted to it too much. But it the end, he changed. He followed a journey of metamorphosis.
Emotion is your personal set of feelings, which are inspired by various stimuli, and lead through action and reaction down a spiral staircase of primary and secondary emotions. Happiness, fear, sadness are examples of primary emotion. Anger, guilt, and excitement are examples of secondary emotion and are often created as a result of primary emotions and even a mix of emotions.
Emotions in stories make them more realistic and hold an audience. They are one half of what I like to call the page-turner value, the other half being story-delaying, which I will talk about another time. People feel, every day and all day. Even no reaction is technically a reaction if it is important to the central idea and defines a person (so there is technically no such thing as “no reaction”, just incredibly low-energy reaction, but that’s too long).
Emotions are also a good way for people that feel “dead inside” to get a scope on emotions and learn to feel safely. It’s a sanctuary to feel through another and live their life. And the best thing about emotions is that they do so much, express joy, make you sing, let you rage, build up your fear into a response, and let you finally cry. And the most realistic way to get emotional reference is from all around you, unless you’re a hermit. People feel all around you. Ask them how they feel. I ask my little sister all the time to give me ideas on how a certain character of mine should behave and react in situations. You have the leg work! So do it! Start showing emotion! Write! Read! Draw! SING! Okay, don’t sing. Please don’t sing. But do the rest of that. Anyways, good-bye for now! The next post won’t take so long.