Sleepless Scribbles

The Genre of Me

I keep hearing people say that life is like a story or a movie, and we're all supposed to be the main character. We get to decide what kind of genre our story falls into, right? But honestly, I don't know what genre mine is meant to be.

If it's a crime thriller or mystery, I definitely don't want to be the naive character who misses all the red flags, blindly trusting everyone around her. I've seen that story play out, and no thanks—I want to be the one who catches on early, not the one lost in confusion.

Fantasy? Absolutely not. I can't even read fantasy books, let alone imagine myself living in one. It just feels too far removed from reality. It's beautiful for others, but for me? I'm not about magical worlds or quests.

A self-help book could work. I can picture myself sharing my experiences, maybe even encouraging others, helping them navigate life with some hard-earned wisdom. Reality checks seem more my style—reminders that life isn't always pretty, but it's worth navigating with purpose.

Romance? That's a whole other question. Do I even want a romance subplot in my story? I'm not sure if it's something I genuinely crave or just a phase I go through sometimes, probably related to hormones, like during some point in my menstrual cycle when I think having someone might be nice... then the phase passes, and I forget men even exist.

Maybe contemporary fiction or literary fiction would fit best. Funny how I never used to think I'd enjoy anything beyond crime novels, but now I love these kinds of books—beautiful writing, flawed characters finding themselves, growing, and by the end of it all, feeling content. That mix sounds right. I'd love to tell a story like that for my own life—messy, but with meaning.

Or maybe it's just a book with no plot at all. Astory about the everyday, the mundane things, the quiet moments. Beautifullywritten, of course, but focused on the small, often overlooked parts of life.That might be where I feel most at home.