Fictional or real

Somebody recently told me that it's weird that some fictional characters have more of an emotional hold over me than real people. Well, I don't reckon that's weird at all.
Some fictional characters, are, quite simply more interesting that most real people. Weird eh? But it's a fact, people, in general, aren't that interesting. Some are very much so, and I try to make those my friends. Others aren't, they just conform, do what everyone else does. But some fiction (not many, only the really good ones) have incredibly deep, complex and interesting characters, far more than most real life people. Thus, I become more interested in them, and take more interest in them. So one somebody says "Oh, how sad is it that Heath Ledger died," I just think, hey it was way sadder when Aeris died. Ok, bad example, but you might see my point. Does that make me inhumane, or weird, because I think fictional characters can be more engaging then most real life people? Or maybe it's just that I've never personally felt much of an emotional bond to people I don't know well. This comment will stir up some controversy, but one example is Nathan Francis. More than half of the people who attended his Scotch funeral barely knew the guy, but claimed his death would greatly affect them. Some people, definitely, but most? I reckon that's plain bullcrap. Now, I'm not disrespecting Nathan's death, I just think most people don't care as much as they claim to. It's just another fact to most people. Now I'm gonna get a lotta replies saying "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU" or "HOW DARE YOU INSULT NATHAN FRANCIS" for this, but its exactly how I feel, and deep down, I reckon it's how most people feel. They just won't admit it because they don't believe they feel that way or because they're afraid what people will say if they do. But hey, what do I care what people think of me?

Tragicomedy, or so I think

Wow, just wow. Best form of black comedy I have ever seen. Just beautiful.
http://www.a1b2c3.com/suilodge/metfor1.htm
Some people with think I'm bizarre for posting this, or an emo or something.
But I've already written on that, check my previous blog posts.

Art?

Jumped the art bandwagon. Got bored in English, and this came to life. He's casting a spell of happy on me.

More to come?

These poem's (and the source of their inspiration) mellow me out an amazing amount. They actually saved 3 of my exams. So I might keep making them, depending on the response I get. If you reckon I should, tell me. If you think I shouldn't, also do so.

Poem?

I wrote this while waiting for my english exam to be picked up
Some will get the references. Most won't

The Price of Freedom

Wings freed me
But made me a monster

Wings freed me
And made me an angel

Without freedom
I had dreams

To be a hero
For the people

Unatainable dreams
are the best kind

Now I am a hero
I am a monster

Now I am a monster
I am an angel

Now I am saved
The Gift of the Goddess

Now I dream
As I lie

I am called:

The World's Enemy

The Unknown Angel

The Dying Hero

The Memory

Things to do before die list

This list started a long time ago in my head, but i decided to jot it down. But since it's kinda important to me I decided to stick it up here. It's short right now, but soon it will grow. It's longer in my head, but these are the must-dos, not the like to dos

1. Go to Tokyo
That place is just the most awesome place ever invented, so I have to go.
2. Fall in Love (or try to)
Something people have told me is good, but my personal belief is it doesn't happen. But who am i to spite? I'll try
3. Place a rose by the grave of Albert Camus
Nothing has changed my life more than "L'Etranger"

So I'm a freak am I?

Ok, apparently, because I relate to the protagonist in "The Outsider", I’m a freak. If you’ve read the book, you’ll understand. If you haven’t, you should , but basically Meursault (that’s his name) is a man who is brutally honest about everything, his feelings, his life. He refuses to lie to save his life. And simply because he doesn’t regret killing a man who nearly killed his best friend, and because he didn’t cry at his mother’s funeral, he is deemed a threat to society and executed.
So I relate to this guy. Big, fucking deal. I’m not cold and heartless. I’m just one of the few our age who realises we’re all like that. And I’m not the only one. Would you honestly regret murdering someone who was going to kill you, who hated your best friend with a passion, who was going to kill your best friend? I don’t think you truly would.
I wonder if by doing this, I’ll end up like Meursault, deemed an "Outsider".
Society has conditioned beliefs into us so strongly that we believe them. Some help keep society running smoothly, others are just stupid. You SHOULD cry at your mother’s funeral, you SHOULD regret committing a crime. Now I’m not saying i don’t love my mother (and Meurcault loved his mother too, very much), but what’s dead is dead. Of course one would miss her, but she’s gone.
Now most people would probaly think I’m an inexperienced idiot, whose never experienced death or any other strong feelings. You’d be wrong. I’ve seen my fair share of the stuff, you want proof, ask me about it. But it’s never affected me strongly. I don’t believe in destiny, religion or any other crap, but I don’t feel empty, or that my life lacks fufillment. I just take a very scientific view to everything. And i’m perfectly happy like that.
And apparently, because of that, certain people view me as very strange. Well, screw you.