To favorite or not to favorite (P) · 8:30pm May 27th, 2013
Alright, I have had a revelation about favoriting a story (I know favoriting isn't a word but screw you if you don't like it). I have realized that I like some stories. I like Oh to be something something something by some author or Harry lefert's stories. I like them. They are good. But, I realized, they also suck in almost every way. I realized I only read them to learn more about the story and nothing else. I have realized this about my stories too and now I am extremely disappointed.
I look back and try to understand my feelings. I compare it to music. Sometimes, I will hear a song. I won't give a **** about the song, but I want to continue simply for the noise. Then, this one song will come on. I will feel a connection to my ******* soul, and I will drop whatever I am doing, to listen. I will listen to it, and when the song is over, I am disappointed in a good way. I am disappointed because the song ended. I adore the song not for the lyrics (although that helps immensely) but also for what is happening in the background. The beat, rhythm, everything is important, not just the melody.
I will probably be unfavoriting any 'popular' stories I see because I cannot connect with them. All I see is words...
When I favorite a story, I want the story to be so good, that when I finish, I want to look at a gun or noose for a couple of hours thinking whether I should live in the disappointment of the future or not because life can't compare to it (let alone anything else). I don't care if the plot is good (it can still be important I guess... just so long as it isn't trivial. Then I may shoot the author if the writing is blissfully good but the story sucks), but there has to be some writing in this place that will probably kill me where I sit with its pureness.
I see that I am acting like a child, selfish in every manner, only desiring more. This however, is because my horizons have expanded. I see beyond these pathetic borders that encompass our world. Think on it. When you were a child, you had your small world. Then, something changed, and the world grew larger, and you wanted more. Then, you eventually became satisfied once you had all you could. This cycle continues until you have reached the top of your 'ladder' to perfection (if you so desire your perfection in the loosest sense). My ladder stretches way beyond this reality and can never be climbed. To satisfy my hunger I read. I see world beyond our own, and compile algorithms on how to deal with them, how to thrive in them.
I grow off topic and into rambling again. But, if I favorite a story, I like something about it. Not just the story... but also the way it is written. I look at it and see something... something more.
In other news, I am updating my favorites list. Most stories will still be there, but a couple might disappear, not that you look.
Otherwise, I will follow ponies instead of favoriting. That way, I can see if they maintain their skill, and if they write a secret gem waiting to be read.