Does anyone else feel like an over-written tragic character?

[Nolan96]

In books and film, there's one central identity issue or external problem someone faces at a time that has to be overcome or come to terms with.
But I feel like there are so many for me, that just rankle for years often without any sort of climax.
And so many of them have nothing to do with the others,
or even conflict with each other and seem like they shouldn't go together,
as if it doesn't make sense for the same person to be dealing with both of these types of problems.
Nobody is like that.
I often feel like a Frankenstein Monster who shouldn't exist.
But I do and I just don't know what to make of it or how to deal with it.

 

[motel rooms]

If I read a novel about my life, I'd definitely dismiss it as laughably over-the-top & contrived.

 

[EvilStepSister]

"over-written tragic character"

@Nolan96 That's so well put. I couldn't have summed up my life better.

 

[NSA]

I think its actually most people are like that. Having multiple problems and shit to deal with is the reality. Most fiction is written to that kind of formula: beginning, middle, end; conflict, climax, resolution. it's easier that way, though not exactly accurate.

 

[Lost Magic]

I feel like this whole world is like one overwrought soap opera and we are all just playing our parts. A dream within a dream, or a nightmare for many.

 

[Pluto]

I feel like this whole world is like one overwrought soap opera and we are all just playing our parts. A dream within a dream, or a nightmare for many.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)

 

[whatevs]

You and me both, Nolan. When misery piles up like this is, it seems intentional.

 

[Dr Iron Arc]

Nothing tragic about my existence. Yes being me is a form of suffering but I deserve it all and every viewer of the farcical events of my life should be cheering for my demise and laughing at how pathetic I am.

 

[GrumpyFrog]

If my life was a TV show or a book this would be the point where I'd conclude that the writers completely ran out of realistic ideas for yet another crisis to throw at the protagonist and instead resolt to ridiculous levels of drama, and then give up on it in frustration. So yeah, I get what you're saying. Sometimes shit just keeps happening and life doesn't seem to want to let you be okay for more than a few moments.
There is a sci-fi show "The 100" that gives me this kind of vibe: it is so bleak you grow numb to everything by season 2, the tagline seems to be "and then it got worse" to a ridiculous degree, and yet no matter how many times the protagonist seems like she should 100% be dead by now, she still just wouldn't die. Kinda feels like we're characters on that show.