Almost Interesting

You know why writers almost always tack that happily ever after crap onto their stories, right? It’s so you can feel safe in ending your emotional investment with the characters (I don’t have to worry, they’ll be OK now!). Unfortunately, this safe, sloppy little writing tactic tends to get projected onto real, live people (ourselves included), and we seek out certain milestones in life at which we seek to end our emotional investments in ourselves. However, there is no happily ever after – there never was – and everybody needs to stop this dangerous business of divesting themselves their of interest in their own futures.

Sara: Did I ever mention that I was a teenaged Objectivist?
Andrew: What does that entail?
Sara: Oh, Ayn Rand crap.
     It’s like being a Twilight fan, but instead of being pathetic, you’re an asshole.
     The only people in our Objectivist club in high school were the same people as were in the computer club, and nobody could get a date.
     And we all thought we were too good for each other. (We weren’t.)
Andrew: That’s fucking hilarious.
Sara: Right?