Iam a person who appreciates many kinds of entertainment, wether it be : Reading, videogames, movies, tv shows etc
But there’s always one reoccurring problem that I have
Which is, falling in love.
But iam going to be mostly speaking about books in specific here, because they leave much to your imagination, so you filling in the gaps of their personality make them all the more lovable, because they’re shaped exactly how you want them to be.
What comes up on most people’s minds when they hear the word “love” is the romantic (or often s\*xual) involvement with another individual
But that’s not what I mean when I say love
When I say love, I mean fascination of one’s way of thinking, admiration of their actions and responses , inspiration by their motives and goals
And most important of all, taking up a space in your mind
Yes I know that even terrible things take up spaces in our mind, but this feeling is different
In the niche example iam speaking about here
Aka fictional characters
I begin seeing the characters in my everyday people, or to be more precise
Pieces of them
I witness an action of my friend’s and think ” oh this reminds me of \*\*”, “\*\* would do that ” or maybe even understanding an action of theirs because i replaced them with that fictional character who did a much better job excusing their behavior and explaining their thought process ( props to the author of course)
It always accompanies a pleasant ethereal feeling, one I only seemed to feel in this case
It may even escalate to missing them
A few months ago, I read a book called ” normal people” , it tells the story of two people who keep going in and out of each other’s life through the period of seven years.
Both the characters were heavily flawed and did many mistakes throughout the events of the story, but that makes sense
After all, they’re ” normal people”.
I didn’t like the book as much at first, I found it boring and the only reason I continued reading was that I wanted to form a complete opinion about the book and be able to criticize it.
But the more I read the more I found myself relating to the characters, and getting immersed in a story that’s only difference from reality is the lack of visuals.
But iam not here to speak about “normal people” so let’s skip to what’s important
After I finished the book and gave it 3.5 stars,
I found myself missing the characters after a couple of days, wondering if there was ever a sequel where I could just read more about their lives and their relationship with one another.
But unfortunately the answer was no
And that feeling I had ended up bumping my rating to a 4.
After all, missing someone that never existed in the first place was not something that happened every day.
It also helped me reach a conclusion in a friendship of mine I couldnt figure out, the fact that it is was okay walking in and out, with different relationships every time.
I sure will never meet Marianne, nor Tessa, nor James, nor aseel, nor Arthur Morgan.
They’re all just fictional characters after all, but I would be lying if I said they didn’t exist,because they do, in their own twisted way. Just as imagines in my mind, And reflections of them in the people I meet.
by sadokata