The Desire to Write Shakespeare

Anger is definitely a thing that feeds on itself. Have you ever felt that moment when you are angry and you like it? It often happens to me. My mind then starts its ritual process of writing wonderful epics, like Shakespeare. It starts assuming things about the situation that made me angry, all to make me angrier.

An example? I meet a girl for five days in a row. For around 3 hours a day. We have great conversations. I cook dinner for her. And hot chocolate. We listen to the same music. The Beatles. Led Zeppelin. The Rolling Stones. Good old rock ‘n roll. We have a lot in common.

And then you start expecting things. And if a signal does not come, you mind pursues its desire to embellish. Who does she think she is? You start imagining things from her perspective, anyone else in her place would be floored with the amount of time and attention you’ve given her! And not even a bit of interest in return! Suddenly, you’re the forsaken hero with a heart of gold, in your own little movie, where you act like an ideal serenading man in spite of the female tearing your hope to shreds.

The mind makes a bigger deal of it than it really is. Maybe she was just busy that day. Who knows? There are too many assumptions made to reach the conclusions formed in my head. But can I blame my mind? With the amount of stories and heroes I throw at it, in the form of books, TV series, movies and video games; it is quite obvious that my mind would start treating everything as a part of a dramatic tale.

But the desire to write Shakespeare has a good side too. It makes things better in retrospect. The human mind is a wonderful thing. It filters out the bad memories and stores the good. Add to that the need to write a fable, and suddenly all your good times seem like paradise when you reminisce about them. Have you ever looked back at the past actions of your life and felt that they followed a kind of logical pattern, like a story? Have you ever looked back at a great week of debauchery in college and felt that it was the best time of your life? Well, there’s the mischievous mind at work.