I am Everyone, and Nobody

27 0 0
                                    

Sometimes I daydream, staring at nothing in particular. I imagine myself as many things, but never myself. The daydreams allow me to forget for just a moment, my problems I need to work on, and instead let me be someone else, someone who's problems I know how to solve.

When I'm writing a new book, I often imagine myself as a character.

Yesterday I might have been America, laid out on my bed, unable to cry, staring at the ceiling at 3 am wishing I could die only for my boyfriend Russia to akwardly pull me into a hug I don't accept at first. Asking him to leave but I steady he stays, and I don't fight him slowly accepting the hug and allowing myself to fall asleep at last.

Today I might be Soviet, years in the future flying my best friend out of a window, the first time I'd flowm ever, and it was to protect him. I had no government holding me back anymore and limitless possibilities unfolding ahead of me. As I stare into the eyes of the man I once hated, I find only strength and caring in them. Then he gently puts his hands on my cheeks, and kisses me. And I realize just how much Id been wanting this to happen.

Tommorow I might be Canada, info dumping to my girlfriend as we stare at the stars, her listening quietly and laughing occationally finding my enthusiasm adorable and amazing.

Cause, I'm not just the main character, I'm every character. Every character is me, all the pain they face, all the triumphs they make, it's all me interacting with myself in a small place, all my hopes and dreams are projected into different characters, balancing themselves out to be perfect for my story.

But I'm also nobody, I'm an outsider becoming these characters for a short while to see what their lives are like, how their relationships have formed and fallen apart over the years, I'm simply watching them and telling them no! You can't do that idiot! You'll hurt yourself. But much like I control the story, I'm also simply and outsider observing, unable to change the inevitable course of time inside this bubble.

It's strange really. I can twist things enough to have a happy ending, but not enough to stop the trials that make the story worth reading.  I guess in a way, a story without trials, without background and full characters, isn't really a story worth reading.

Random One ShotsWhere stories live. Discover now