The other day, I was thinking about the common point that in real life you can get away with stuff that you can't in fiction in terms of plausibility. The other piece is that you also can get away with more cliches in real life than you can in fiction.
I was thinking about this in relation to my own life recently. No one would believe me as a fictional character. For example, a slice of my life: after going to my barre class (ballet/pilates fusion, sort of), I go to Whole Foods to buy organic yogurt as part of my vegetarian diet (with a dash of guilt for not being vegan); I live in a tiny apartment in a major urban center and work for an NGO; most of my wardrobe comes from ModCloth; I hack IKEA furniture; I've even flirted with brunching and book clubbing. I am such a twenty-something cliche.
Even my life dialog has its share of cliches (seriously, I've gotten all the classics: "you're too good for me" "it's not you, it's me" "what are we doing?" "we need to talk "etc.)
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