Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
This is a project that I've been wanting to start for over a year. I've just finished the first chapter a couple days ago, and I would like critique. Many of my friends only say it's "good," and I've really only gotten useful feedback from two people. What I'm looking for is something in-depth. I know my grammar probably isn't the best, and I intentionally started sentences with words that you probably shouldn't, but anyway here it is:
I was never one to believe in fate, destiny, or any nonsensical concept along those lines. In short, I liked to believe that my life was my own, and I decided what I did with it and how. This is a common mindset among people as privileged as we are. And for the most part, your life is yours. It's not an erroneous way to think, but in actuality life is unfair in the sense that anybody or anything can come by and take yours from you. And if you're given "mercy," it won't end right then and there. They'll mangle it however they please. In coincidence, life is fair because everybody has the power to do this, even you and me.
If you're among the lucky, people will change your life for the better, even if simply. I have to say that I am so, so grateful that those who toyed with mine weren't possessed to do so by malice.
And now the question is: "Have I ever changed anybody's life?" I probably wouldn't know for sure if I did, but I hope that I have. I'd love to have made somebody's life easier or perhaps just superficially pleasant. I couldn't ask to be somebody's savior or guardian angel. I feel a role like that requires too much responsibility that I don't exactly have yet even as I am now grown. However, as bold as it may be to claim, I believe that I have. We influence each other more than we think. Perhaps something that I've said or done has inspired someone in some way. I know that it's happened to me. It's quite possible for a role reversal to have taken place at one point. ...Actually, I can confidently say that I have. But boasting about it defeats the purpose.
It was early September of my Junior year, around back-to-school-time. More accurately, a couple weeks after. A month maybe. I remember that it was at least in the last dying moments of that year's Summer in the transition period.
What I remember most vividly was my school's hallways. Specifically, how crowded they were when the bell rang. I remember the sound as well, actually. It was something mechanical that signaled the flooding of the school grounds. And it was savage in those halls. Around two and a half thousand students made it feel like we were all cavemen in rush-hour traffic. And whenever something unpredictable and stupid happened, say like a fight, it meant a closed road. I remember in those days it used to piss me off being around that many people at once in such an enclosed space where if I didn't move to the flow, chaos would ensue. And honestly, it might still if I were to relive it again. I think that's one thing that I'm glad to have left behind.
In contrast, it was no better when two and a half thousand students was massively reduced to just one. There was a day in a later time when I managed to sneak past the faculty in order to avoid dreadfully taking part in a large-scale field trip. The whole school was going except for me, and I instead wandered the halls acting like it was normal for me to be there alone. But what I thought would be peaceful, being away from people, for the most part anyway, was actually quite disturbing. It was eerie being the only and lone soul in a wide, long-stretched, and grey hallway. I don't remember too well how it felt, but I do remember thinking that it was unnatural and surreal. It was hostile and alien. I was used to being touched as I walked, and then one day I could outstretch my arms and invade the space of nothing. I remember the windows that lined the walls had shown me the field and area outside of my school and it was the same out there as it was inside: malign, oppressing, and unwelcoming. It actually wracked my nerves.
Positive recollections do exist within my memories; in fact, I am truly thankful for the past, all of it. They say that you carry your life with you on your back, and they're right. My burden started heavy, weighing me down like shackles to a prisoner. ...The mind is very much like a prison. I was tightly bound to one mentality until I was set free from myself. And then from there, I was able to experience the adventure of what is mental and emotional growth. The moment that I had shed all of my weight was when my steps no longer shook the earth and I shrank into the tiny size of a man. It humbled me, maturing. I realized that I was hauling so much excessive baggage that it was I who was responsible for my own aching and fatigue. It was no easy journey meeting this revelation, however. My story is bittersweet. Happy endings don't always work out like how we want them to, I'm sure you know. But I can tell you this. Sometimes, the only thing you can change is your perspective. And often, it's the only change that needs to be made.
Here is the description for "Saturation and Bloom" on Wattpad:
Intrinsically, the individuals you come across on whichever path of life you choose to walk will collide with you. Greater than you know or can expect. Greater than whatever faith you have blindly accepted. And they will redirect your course of movement whether for better or worse. This is a peek into the past of a very lucky somebody who has graduated from the early trials of life and has moved on to the next.
This is going to be a coming-of-age story for mature readers as heavy and controversial topics will be explored. If anybody is interested in following this, I'm writing it on Wattpad. My username on there is the same here but without the space.
I'd also like to thank Clairvoyance and uwupolice for being so supportive.
Early September. Junior Year.
I was never one to believe in fate, destiny, or any nonsensical concept along those lines. In short, I liked to believe that my life was my own, and I decided what I did with it and how. This is a common mindset among people as privileged as we are. And for the most part, your life is yours. It's not an erroneous way to think, but in actuality life is unfair in the sense that anybody or anything can come by and take yours from you. And if you're given "mercy," it won't end right then and there. They'll mangle it however they please. In coincidence, life is fair because everybody has the power to do this, even you and me.
If you're among the lucky, people will change your life for the better, even if simply. I have to say that I am so, so grateful that those who toyed with mine weren't possessed to do so by malice.
And now the question is: "Have I ever changed anybody's life?" I probably wouldn't know for sure if I did, but I hope that I have. I'd love to have made somebody's life easier or perhaps just superficially pleasant. I couldn't ask to be somebody's savior or guardian angel. I feel a role like that requires too much responsibility that I don't exactly have yet even as I am now grown. However, as bold as it may be to claim, I believe that I have. We influence each other more than we think. Perhaps something that I've said or done has inspired someone in some way. I know that it's happened to me. It's quite possible for a role reversal to have taken place at one point. ...Actually, I can confidently say that I have. But boasting about it defeats the purpose.
...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...
It was early September of my Junior year, around back-to-school-time. More accurately, a couple weeks after. A month maybe. I remember that it was at least in the last dying moments of that year's Summer in the transition period.
What I remember most vividly was my school's hallways. Specifically, how crowded they were when the bell rang. I remember the sound as well, actually. It was something mechanical that signaled the flooding of the school grounds. And it was savage in those halls. Around two and a half thousand students made it feel like we were all cavemen in rush-hour traffic. And whenever something unpredictable and stupid happened, say like a fight, it meant a closed road. I remember in those days it used to piss me off being around that many people at once in such an enclosed space where if I didn't move to the flow, chaos would ensue. And honestly, it might still if I were to relive it again. I think that's one thing that I'm glad to have left behind.
In contrast, it was no better when two and a half thousand students was massively reduced to just one. There was a day in a later time when I managed to sneak past the faculty in order to avoid dreadfully taking part in a large-scale field trip. The whole school was going except for me, and I instead wandered the halls acting like it was normal for me to be there alone. But what I thought would be peaceful, being away from people, for the most part anyway, was actually quite disturbing. It was eerie being the only and lone soul in a wide, long-stretched, and grey hallway. I don't remember too well how it felt, but I do remember thinking that it was unnatural and surreal. It was hostile and alien. I was used to being touched as I walked, and then one day I could outstretch my arms and invade the space of nothing. I remember the windows that lined the walls had shown me the field and area outside of my school and it was the same out there as it was inside: malign, oppressing, and unwelcoming. It actually wracked my nerves.
Positive recollections do exist within my memories; in fact, I am truly thankful for the past, all of it. They say that you carry your life with you on your back, and they're right. My burden started heavy, weighing me down like shackles to a prisoner. ...The mind is very much like a prison. I was tightly bound to one mentality until I was set free from myself. And then from there, I was able to experience the adventure of what is mental and emotional growth. The moment that I had shed all of my weight was when my steps no longer shook the earth and I shrank into the tiny size of a man. It humbled me, maturing. I realized that I was hauling so much excessive baggage that it was I who was responsible for my own aching and fatigue. It was no easy journey meeting this revelation, however. My story is bittersweet. Happy endings don't always work out like how we want them to, I'm sure you know. But I can tell you this. Sometimes, the only thing you can change is your perspective. And often, it's the only change that needs to be made.
Here is the description for "Saturation and Bloom" on Wattpad:
Intrinsically, the individuals you come across on whichever path of life you choose to walk will collide with you. Greater than you know or can expect. Greater than whatever faith you have blindly accepted. And they will redirect your course of movement whether for better or worse. This is a peek into the past of a very lucky somebody who has graduated from the early trials of life and has moved on to the next.
This is going to be a coming-of-age story for mature readers as heavy and controversial topics will be explored. If anybody is interested in following this, I'm writing it on Wattpad. My username on there is the same here but without the space.
I'd also like to thank Clairvoyance and uwupolice for being so supportive.