If the book I am reading keeps moving along, I can keep going for thousands of pages. But if the plot slows, or stops making any sense – I am one unhappy camper.
I am the kind of person who will skip to the end of the story in frustration. Just so that I know where on earth the whole thing is headed. Once I have a line of sight to the end, I can go back and slog through to figure out how it all works out.
I have been known to skip over entire chapters that don’t contribute to the plot.
At this moment in life I find myself stuck in the middle of one huge morass of expository bullsh*t that doesn’t make one tiny bit of sense and it is frustrating the heck out of me.
For those who don’t know me and my story – I am mid-divorce. And what a yucky middle place that is.
This bizarre plot line finds me with hip-waders on as I attempt to walk serenely through rushing water (holding my kids on my shoulders) with my eyes focused straight ahead on the other side, where there are flowers and fresh air. The journey is filled with strange characters – therapists and lawyers and mediators. Paperwork that seems like it could not possibly apply to my life is coming at me on a regular basis. Affidavits and stipulations. I am a plaintiff.
This is not quite how I anticipated the story of my life unfolding. This is one doozy of a plot twist and I am getting hugely impatient to see how all of the loose ends get tied up at the end.
If my life were a book, this is about the point where I would be madly flipping pages to find the part where it all starts to wrap up. I would voraciously read the details of the ending. How it all works out for the best. Why this made sense. What revelations lay on the other side of the unexpected twists and turns.
Once I knew how it all turned out, I would smile to myself (since I am really quite sure it is ultimately a happy ending) and then flip back to where we are now. I might skip a few pages…ideally the ones where people send me bills and I send them all of my money.
Then I could resume the slog through the details and watch how they all come together in a neat little package.
Of course life isn’t like a book. Nor, unfortunately, like a box of chocolates. Although I agree you don’t know what you are going to get…there aren’t a lot of chocolates that are going to jump up and wrench your heart out (thank goodness!)
So I, like everyone else, have to take it one step and a time. One bizarre, surreal, not-sure-where-this-is-headed step after another.
But I am REALLY ready for an amazing ending any time now.