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Original post: A Happy Ending
Yesterday, I came to the realization that it must be pretty tough to follow this website. One second, I’m 14 years old. Then I’m writing in present day. The next […]
Original post: A Happy Ending
looks like V does check the blogs on her topics.
I don’t expect happy endings all the time, in fact, I don’t always want happy endings. I just wanted to know what came next, lol.
Anyway, @1 it does seem that way, doesn’t it?
So sad. I’ll admit, I DO like happy endings - that’s why I like going to the movies so much - and why I get pissed when the movie turns out too much like real life - and Daniel.
Some happy ending; I’m out $10. Then again, I never had $10 to begin with.
When did VA’s mother pass away? I thought they were estranged for a long time after her father’s death.
I don’t particularly want a happy ending. Just a conclusion. ‘Part one’ just seemed to end without actually winding anything up. There were unanswered questions, it just felt like a part two was warranted, no matter how it might end.
It’s pretty sad to say, but in my experiences, not many people who get beat up as children end up having that happy ending. Such as life (as much as it might suck).
As for the bouncing back and forth through the timeline, I have no problem with that at all. I take each entry as it comes and haven’t ever really tried to link them up and compare them against previous entries. Each entry is just that, one entry. Insight a little bit at a time.
Given that in the sweet-girl story, V, you were 14 and in the I-beat-up-my-teacher story you were 15, it didn’t seem inconsistent to me. I changed a lot year by year in high school — couldn’t have been the only one. Actually, I changed day by day and month by month, and my stories from one month at the age of 15 would be completely inconsistent with those from another month in the same year.
Plus, nobody should expect that a teenage girl would be consistent at all, anyway. Seriously, do those crying about inconsistency even *remember* their teenage years?
@ 7
Kudos.
I abhor happy endings. Life never has happy endings, hell, life only has one ending, and it sucks. Life sucks, and then you die. There’s good and bad points. Deal with it. As for V, I have to admire her fighting spirit and all ’round nature. If I were to have a hero, it might just be her.
V, You probably don’t care if you know this or not, but I love the way your stories are. They’re like an excellent series - each a separate adventure, perfectly enjoyable without other parts of it, but still having a bit of a common plot in the background.
I always wished people would be as interested in my life as I am in yours. What I just realised is that if I present it in as good a way as you do, they just might be.
V - I don’t mind at all your perceived inconsistency. There’s precious little of life that’s consistent, after all. I’m rather proud that when I first went to college my friends told me that I was “consistently inconsistent”.
What I like about your writing is the visceral reality of it, the keen acidity of your tongue is, to me, refreshing.
The world I used to work in demanded that one keeps one’s opinions to oneself - that all human interaction must be smiling and proper and courteous and ever so digestible. I’d far rather have looked the boss in the eye and tell him he’s a pompous fuck and that his wife is an intolerable cunt.
I’d rather have whacked the other boss over the head with a bag of cabbage and tell him he’s nothing but an insignificant faggot coward with no spine and less worth than the contents of a boil I had in junior high… that he’s pussy-whipped by his little boyfriend and has no idea of what real life is about.
But I couldn’t do those things without fear of winding up in jail or without a job.
So the blood and guts of your writing is very enjoyable. Happy endings or no, your stories come from the core of you, and you don’t make any excuses, you don’t take prisoners, you don’t give a shit what people think.
I admire all of those things and read your blog with relish. (Hold the hot dog!)
Yes. Why let the truth get in the way of a good story.
Alright seriously you guys are starting to freak me out
V reminds me so much of a girl I used to know. It hurts.
It is nice to know there are at least 2 people like that out there though, running around, making waves. Having all the crazy, turning, turbid thoughts of a great mind. The thoughts I always knew she had, and the ones that tear my heart out everytime I have have them.
Bah! Since when do you care about whether or not we like happy endings? Be your fucking self and tell us a good story and don’t worry whether or not we’ll like the ending. Personally, I wasn’t asking for a happy ending, I just wanted an ending. I wanted to know what happened to Daniel. I’m sure everyone else here felt the same… so finish what you started.
That ending would have been more worthwhile had you cut out the cliché “I’m so different and radical that my endings don’t have good endings… you people can’t handle that!” So yeah, instead of patronizing your readers, try to remember that your readers are of the type that enjoy reading what you write, so once you’ve established a following, don’t suddenly turn on them by questioning whether or not they can “handle” what you write.
@15
Word
I can tell you don’t like this story…you are a writer and a storyteller at heart, and the rest of this saga doesn’t satisfy your craving for well crafted storytelling. It’s too disorganized, too pointless, it doesn’t wrap itself up neatly or lend itself to any conclusions.
That’s why I like it. Thanks for giving us that part two we wanted. This is how life goes. You can find little “morals to the story” tucked into some of the events in our lives, but, overall, life doesn’t have a point. It’s stupid and unfair and wasteful. And that’s why I relate to this story, and that’s why I am glad to hear the rest of the story the way it really happened.