For some people, I'm sure that movie stars or models make them feel like they will never be good enough, never be as interesting and beautiful as those they see glorified in the glossy pictures of their favorite magazine. But for book people, I'm guessing that's not the case. At least it's not for me. I've never really envied the rich and the famous. They've always seemed too removed from my life for me to care. No, my feelings of inadequacies have always come from the grainy pages of my favorite books.
Don't you just hate to feel upstaged by literary characters? Characters you know in your heart are fictional, don't actually exist, yet at the same time you can't help but be crippled by your own insecurities, can't help but tell yourself that you'll never be their equal.
You're just simply never enough. You'll never be as brilliant as Hermione, as sassy as Elizabeth, as tough as Katniss, as "iridescent" as Juli...
And it's SO absurd, because these characters aren't real, so of course you can never compare. They are just figments of a writer's imagination. And yet at the same time, you are still disheartened by the fact that you can never measure up. You will never be as perfect and as perfectly flawed as the characters you idolize.
Does anyone else ever feel like this?
Or am I the only crazy one?
Title song: "The Unwinding Cable Car" - Anberlin