Seeing life as a narrative?

A friend of mine,

who was briefly in town,

always nice to see her,

made a remark that got me,

thinking,

“you need a narrative, it’s how you see things”

You know,

she’s absolutely right,

I think as stories,

beginning, middle and end.

Plot, subplot, climax and denouement.

Metaphor and allegory.

I think as a reader.

If something happens,

in my life,

I need to figure it out,

make the narrative,

make sense.

Follow the foreshadowing,

avoid the red herrings.

Read the book.

This is tough enough,

with fiction,

but,

with people,

it’s next to impossible.

So, then I thought,

doesn’t everyone need this?

The short answer is no.

Not everyone does.

I do.

I realise life isn’t a novel,

and people aren’t characters,

and that when I search for motivations,

and the why,

I can be guilty of projection,

of using,

my past,

my issues,

my blueprints,

to figure out their stuff.

A flawed way of analysing,

but that is exactly what I do.

Try to figure out where people,

are coming from,

their plot and style,

are they a Harlequin romance,

or a deep, dark, brooding,

Russian novel.

I never knew I did that,

maybe,

that’s why I am so attracted,

to complexe people,

I don’t like easy.

I like a challenge to my intelligence,

I like to be shaken up.

In books,

it’s great,

in life,

in love,

it’s exhausting.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense to you?

I think it does to me.

🙂

Later girls,

BB