Over the years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve seen the same stories repeated over and over again: falling in love, heartbreak, marriage, death. The names and faces change (sometimes, the person I’m referring to is the guy I see in the mirror) but the tale follows the same patterns, the same trends.
The question we must ask ourselves is that if that’s the case, why do we continue blogging, or continue to read other people’s blogs? Unless you have a fetish for such things, why do people subject themselves to the same thing over and over again?
Perhaps because it’s not the same story. It matters who tells the story, who gets affected. I might read in the newspaper of a woman getting into a car accident. Big deal, happens all the time. Suddenly alter the woman into someone more familiar: perhaps an old classmate, a close friend, a relative. Our reactions will suddenly change, depending on becomes the scapegoat. That one tiny detail, who the subject is, changes the entire picture. You may write it the same way, use the same verbs and adjectives, yet you’re telling an entirely different story by just changing the person who’s affected.
How would you react if a friend got into an accident? Would it be the same reaction if it happened to your significant other? An old fling? An enemy? Or a complete stranger?
In the end, we must realize that a story, any story, is only half-told by the writer. The rest is filled in by the reader. If I killed myself today and disappeared from the face of the earth, would you care? I’m sure a number would have general apathy, some secretly rejoicing in my death, and a rare few genuine grief. If I leave a suicide note, addressing no one in particular, each one will interpret it in a different way. It all depends on character, both mine and yours.