Debrief of Myself
When analyzing pieces of literary work and even film, certain pieces of art tend to be more popular because of the relatable qualities of characters. Many people, myself included, take things very personally. When I read a novel, listen to a song, or even watch a TV show or movie I always find some sort of way to tie it back to my own life because I find that it makes it more interesting.
When reading novels or watching a TV show or movie I always find a character that I relate to more than another one. When it comes to The Great Gatsby, I would love to think that I am Daisy. Of course, she is the first girl to come to mind since she is the leading lady and so iconic. I mean what girl wouldn’t want to be Daisy Buchanan? She’s too beautiful for her own good, she’s charming, witty, and confident, and of course pristine men such as Jay Gatsby totally swoon over her. But if I am being honest, I know I am not Daisy. I think I just want to be like Daisy.
Instead, I feel like I am more similar to Gatsby in the sense that when I like someone I become almost obsessive. Definitely not in the same level of extreme as Gatsby. I do not have the funding for that. When I like someone they become all I can think about. I want to do everything in my power to get them to like me and want to talk to me. Well, everything except actually talking to them first or making the first move.
Eventually, I do tend to end up in some sort of situation where I have to actually talk to him, but I am always so nervous. I think that’s because I built up the idea of this person so much in my head that I am scared to mess up something that’s not even really there. Gatsby and I share that quality. Gatsby threw these gigantic parties just in hopes Daisy would see them and come over. He only lived across the way from her. He could have easily knocked on her door and talked to her, but he didn’t. Honestly, I get why he didn’t because I am also afraid of rejection. Sometimes I think it is easier to live in denial than it is to face reality.
Oftentimes, when I am talking to a boy I like I feel like I easily misread signals. Especially with this one boy who I had a major crush on in high school. He was very popular. All the girls wanted him, and everybody (including him) knew that. But when he and I talked, he had this unique quality and charm that made me feel like he wanted me and that I was the only girl in the world. It wasn’t real though. It was all in my head. The worst part is he wasn’t even doing it on purpose either. It’s just his natural personality. He’s almost like my Daisy Buchanan in that way. Gatsby nor I want to ruin the fantasy of what could have been with our Daisies.