The Unreliable Narrator
A literary critic once described the protagonists of Paula Hawkins books as the "unreliable narrators", and only recently am I beginning to feel it.
Been feeling like one lately, for my own life. And suffice to say, the realization had been catastrophic!
At first I was tempted to call it a variation of "imposter syndrome", but even I realize that I am far too mundane for that!
I find myself giving wrong impressions of myself to others often enough to draw this conclusion. Either that or I speak the truth far more easily than I believe it myself, and as a result, I keep questioning it as soon as it slips out of my mouth.
Maybe it's quarter life crisis all over again?
Or maybe it's the first look of real adulthood, who knows?
One thing that nobody tells you about being an adult is that, part of making our own decisions come with being comfortable with uncertainty.
We hardly ever see our desi parents fucking up in front of us, they seem to adult so perfectly, why can't we?
Luckily I don't feel obligated to figure this out just about now; I am beginning to feel okay being the 'unreliable narrator' of my life at the moment.
Make what you will out of that!
Until next time, I should learn to live a little :(:
P.s. - I haven't posted anything in ages and this isn't remotely the kind of content I want to put out. But pretty early on I had decided for this blog to be a catalogue of my thoughts and lately it has started to feel more incomplete than ever. I might have developed a kind of weird phobia against completing any task/simply writing a good chunk of shit down. So here's hoping that I break out of that cycle through this shitty write-up. Cheers!
Been feeling like one lately, for my own life. And suffice to say, the realization had been catastrophic!
At first I was tempted to call it a variation of "imposter syndrome", but even I realize that I am far too mundane for that!
I find myself giving wrong impressions of myself to others often enough to draw this conclusion. Either that or I speak the truth far more easily than I believe it myself, and as a result, I keep questioning it as soon as it slips out of my mouth.
Maybe it's quarter life crisis all over again?
Or maybe it's the first look of real adulthood, who knows?
One thing that nobody tells you about being an adult is that, part of making our own decisions come with being comfortable with uncertainty.
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| Weird flex boomer, but okay.. |
Luckily I don't feel obligated to figure this out just about now; I am beginning to feel okay being the 'unreliable narrator' of my life at the moment.
Make what you will out of that!
Until next time, I should learn to live a little :(:
P.s. - I haven't posted anything in ages and this isn't remotely the kind of content I want to put out. But pretty early on I had decided for this blog to be a catalogue of my thoughts and lately it has started to feel more incomplete than ever. I might have developed a kind of weird phobia against completing any task/simply writing a good chunk of shit down. So here's hoping that I break out of that cycle through this shitty write-up. Cheers!
Uncertainty leads to excitement. Phases in life is relatable to the phase of our lovely Moon. Some bring high tides and some low but whatever it is we need to face the sun and glow. Its is true we hide one side of our face just like the moon does, but once in a while someone will explore and understand us better. Hope is the only Antidote.
ReplyDeleteBe like water !! live at the present😊.
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