oy,andIoftenaskthemtotelltheirownepisode.Ihavenoideaofusioryasasubjeynovel,butIjustfeellikelisteningtothem.Varioustalesexist;someofthemarestunning,moviilylaughable,andchillihfear.Theirnarrativeissometimessoentingastomakemefettogotobed.Itistruethat"Factisstrahanfi."Butitisnotalwaystruethattheperson,whohasgohroughsuexcitement,writeanovelasstimulatingashisexperieheremightbeawriterlikeJadon(anAmeriovelist1878-1916)whomakesupextraordinarilyiingbooksfromhisplentiful,extraordinaryexperiences,butjudgingfrommyknowledge,suovelistisratherexceptional.
Thoughthisismyprivateopinion,peopleareinedtobecapturedbythekeensenseofhelplessnesswhileactuallywritingthemdowheysufferoverwhelmingexperiences.Painfulisthestresswhenoneotreproduceorveyvividlytoothers,howeverhardhetries,whathesexperiencedsointensely.Inmycase,thestroheiionto"writeaboutaparticularsubjeaparticularway,"theharderitbeestostartwritingandtoexpressmyself.Thisstresssomewhatresemblestheirritationonefeelswhenheotdescribetoanotherpersonwhatheexperiencedsovividlyandrealisticallyinhisdreams.AllwordsIusetonarratemyfeelingofthemomentfailincessantlytodescribewhatIwishto,aheybegirayme.
Tothetrary,therearesomepeople,despitetheirlackofexperiences,whofindoutsomethingfunnyandsomethingpitifulinatrivialifromtheiruniqueviewpointwhichisquitedifferentfromthatofothers.Theyrecreatetheirfindingsintoadifferentformaherpeoplemoreprehensiblyaboutthem.Thesepeoplearestandingmuchclosertos.
AnywayIhavenoexperienmylifewhichi