I’m at B&N right now, reading summary after summary of books about people with average to boring lives who get pulled into something interesting and amazing, like a fun group or a crazy trip or a great romance, by someone else.
I’m fucking tired of those stories. Because they aren’t real. And for a long time I believed they were, so when the truth hit me within the last year, I was completely unprepared to deal with reality.
If you’re someone who never engages with people, if you’re someone who is waiting for something to happen to you, waiting for someone to like you, waiting for the Interesting Life Gods, the Success Gods, the Romance or Friendship Gods, to come into your life and change everything, those gods aren’t going to pay any damn attention to you.
You can’t be grumpy and anti-social and uninvolved and then be pissed that you have no friends. I know because I am grumpy and anti-social and uninvolved and the only way I’ve ever made friends in my whole life is by breaking away from that mold. You don’t find adventures unless you go looking for them. You don’t meet friends unless you let them know you’re friendly. People, life, success–these things will not seek you out unless you give them a reason to.
So stop writing books about this. First of all because it’s bullshit. Second because let’s have some characters with agency for once. Characters who know what they want and go for it. Characters who inspire motivation instead of fantasy.