In Ms. Armstrong's English 2 class I read the book, The Pearl. This taught me that a stories have conflict and resolution. The conflict could be between 2 people, between people and nature, or a person against their self. There should a crescendo building to a powerful denouement and ending with a resolution settling the central conflict and any dangling peripheral conflicts. Ms. Armstrong also taught us all that white eye shadow make-up makes a frail white woman look dead.
Real life does not have crescendo outside of classical music. Denouement occurs at random moments that often don't fit the story. Resolution is elusive. Some of us seek the tying of loose ends but disappointment is more likely. You may never know what happened to Eugene the leg breaker. You may never see Jason from up the road to find out if he ever fulfilled his dream of becoming The Junk Yard Dog.
The talk amongst us normal people tends to be of the failures and missed opportunities of those around us. In retrospective slow motion we detail the should've, would've, could'ves of grand figures and coworkers alike. Milling and fussing over nothing of great interest or importance.
I was a believer in the building conflict and eventual resolution theory of life at one time. I guess this is a flaw of youth. I know now that if you work harder all you do is get old faster. If you build something that people want then most people will want it for free. If you a tyrant then you will find an outlet for your tyranny. Never attribute to malice what can better be explained by laziness, ineptitude, or outright ignorance.
At the start of this post I was a non face-booker but now I am. This post is even more relevant after having chatted and face-booked with those from my past and present that happen to own a computer and have a need to reconnect. People from the crowd come at you with questions, pokes, and offers of fruit. Just what I needed, another facet of my life that requires my interaction and offers only intrusion and train wreck observation style satisfaction. I am hooked.
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