AND, ULTIMATELY, IT DOESN’T MATTER Either way, because in the end, they only always ever, don’t amount to anything.
It ends up and you’re left with, "so what, and, "who cares?"
This is stupid. We always realise this. Instinctively everyone knows this, yet everyone of us is in the end powerless to change the game. And it is a game. Losers Winners temporarily dancing around in a circle of death. Everyone assiduously avoiding the large white buffalo of their dreams, the elephant in the room.
Novels are lies. The concept is to reveal MORE truth in the world with the slight fabrication(s) of the untrue tale, and make it so by being as ‘honest’ in your ‘portrayal’ of things as you possibly can.
But no one wants it like it really is, in real life, they want it like it is in fiction, or are told it can be if maybe you wish real hard and work at it and are ‘good’. But that shit just doesn’t stack up. It’s a plate of stinking diarrhea. Shit happens and it occurs to each of us, if you can believe that.
Fiction teaches you all this dogshite and foments the lie, augments the blistering idiot shine and no one calls bullshit on it.
Change It, Then. Okay! But no one is going to buy the truth. They will if we can condition them to, just like they’ve been conditioned to buy the lie, maybe they can readily subscribe to the way it really IS.
It really requires a sea change. All Players Need To Agree And Play The Same Note. Trouble is, there are way too many teams, disagreeing players, and folk so damn caught up in the game of I WIN, YOU LOSE!! ME! That you’re not likely to get it going.
The killer thought they were wronged and began a spree. The hero bent on revenge is basically the same character. She’s a bad guy in a good guy’s disguise.
The ugly duckling turns into a beautiful swan. The book about how you can make any thing work, you just must make the work, work, and put in all the hours and then it will come out all right. But at least 1 book I know of, said it plain, after of course lying to me all up front and wasting my time a good bit, ultimately nothing matters. Bleak ass shit, if you ask me. But, that’s the truth for you.