#pmrising

However, I probably won't review the entire story too much. What I really want to do is to sort of re-read through the last few chapters and really think about how I think about this story.

The story on a whole moves seems to move at a slower pace. I mean, at certain times, you'll notice a lot of detail poured into a scene. I really appreciate that. It gives me a lot more time to be able to absorb the characters. It gives me a lot more time to understand everything.

And because of that, I want to take a little more time to read through it again. To give myself that pain, again. The pain of reading through to the end of this story. And give myself all of these feels.

I'll talk about a couple other things then. These characters. They're OOC, as most fanfics take their characters to be, I suppose. But what I find interesting is that these people are New Yorkers. And, it might just be me, but I feel like New York is a completely different place with different people and different attitudes of life. I don't know why I would feel that way about New York. Maybe it's because of certain movies like 500 Days of Summer that's given me an idea of how people might live in New York.

Also, I did spend like 2 days there with an in-law, and I could imagine their routine: work in the city during the day, and go out to have fun during the night, during the weekends, during their time off. I could almost see that in the story.

I don't see any details about their school or their work or anything, but I constantly see Anna and Hans and all those brothers just living the life of New York. It's not as if those details are nonexistent, nor are they important, but it's just something to think about: despite the fact we see them in these stories, we still need to believe that they're still sustaining their life in some way or another.

One thing that I noticed about these characters, in this story, is the particular feeling of rushing their experiences. Everybody seems to be too busy thinking about how to live in the fun of New York City. They do whatever makes them feel the thrill. And it infects their personalities: they end up not thinking through their actions when it comes to the points where it really matters.

One case of this is Anna's first makeout session with Kristoff. I mean, everybody must have felt that that was a terrible decision. I was crying out, yelling, screaming. Mentally, of course. That this was going to make everything so much more complicated. Look where this has gone. Another case. Later on, we see Hans and some dude in the kitchen going at it, too. We never know who that dude is. We never care. Hans never cared, probably. Hans was just pulling through the night, through the party.

These characters are not shallow, they are not superficial. They have distinct characterizations that make the plot flow around in a unique way. But there's just something about how these people interact with each other that makes me feel as though something's amiss. They're not completely open with each other. The issues between these characters drag on because they never want to confront each other. They just want to cuddle close to each other, petting each other, wanting to make everything feel comfortable, feel familiar, feel acceptable and okay. They don't want drama, but it comes around anyway because of their inability to really communicate with each other.

Everything is subtle, subliminal. To the point where, really, they don't talk, and they think they know what the other is thinking. But there are things that can't be expressed simply by a glance at a face and a scan of their body posture.

I think that's why there's so much conflict in this story.

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Okay, I'll be honest. Throughout the majority of that discussion I was distracted by my suitemates trying to play NBA Baller Beats on the xbox. I think my points may have turned incoherent. Let's see....

Well, let's just leave that as is. I'll read it again someday and think to myself "wow that was some bad writing". Maybe. It actually didn't look that bad.

I feel as though New York people are super interesting, super different from people of Los Angeles. It's a different flavor of American. I guess you could say that about anybody in any place.

Anyway, I guess I'll keep this post to this much. I have like, a couple more things that I want to write about regarding this story. Actually, not really regarding "You Are". Really, I guess, one topic's going to be about how "You Are" is written as a story overall. I want to comment a bit about that. Another topic, later on, will be about some gendered ideas. I'll explain what I mean when I get around to it. And others. If things pop up into my head.

Yup. I've not much more to say. I'll stop this post here.

I'll never stop doing that, I guess. Ehehe.

Today's been disgustingly hot. San Diego's been having a hot weather spell that brings our weather to the 90F degrees, or 35C for you non-American folks.

Reading fanfics has proven to be a very bad choice. I'm neglecting homework, I'm neglecting many things, and for what? The simple shattering of my heart as I suffer the twisted obsessions of the writers? I don't even feel good about myself after reading these things. They hurt. They hurt so much.

But why does it hurt so good?

I'm ignoring all of these important things, these things which I perceive to be important, all for something that I wrongfully desire. These things to which I sacrifice many seemingly unimportant, but also other important things, so I can dedicate some effort into. But for what? This angst. It's so... so heart-wrenching.

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And that's sort of how Anna feels, I guess. I've been reading "You Are", by ... Pmrising? I'll start crediting the authors from now on. I just finished reading Chapter 6, and I feel like I need a break. Also, I have homework, so there's that.

But anyway, I say that Anna is guiltily in need of this relationship with her desire, her neighbor. She makes some bad choices along the way, and it hurts her so badly. It has to hold up until it reaches this point, where everything is just so high-strung that everything is finally let go. That's Anna.

But what of her neighbor? Elsa? She saw Anna. She saw Anna betray her emotions. Sure, Elsa didn't really know for sure, but nobody knows for sure what anybody's thinking.

We're treated to a full dose of Anna's perspective, Anna's opinions, but we don't see Elsa's. We don't hear Elsa.

The most we get out of her is the simple act of submission to Anna.

And I have a slight problem with that.

Anna's drunk. Out of control of her mind. She's making her relationship to everybody so much more complicated, so much more difficult, as if her method of dealing with Kristoff was so good to begin with. The entire time the latter half of chapter 6 is going on, I'm mentally screaming to myself that this isn't the right time, or place. It's terrible. It's ugly, almost. I thought that the description Anna provided us while kissing Kristoff for the first time was bad, but this scene was like a whole 'nother level of bad decisions and manipulation. Wrapped Kristoff around her finger? Now Elsa is too.

And then Elsa can control ice. Snow. Winter. Cool.

On an aside, I found it humorous to actually picture Anna ignoring Kristoff's character and trying to substitute him with Elsa when Anna kisses Kristoff for the first time. First of all, I don't think I could ever imagine kissing a male to ever be similar to kissing a female.

Why? Maybe it's sexist or gendered, but I feel as though a kiss with Kristoff, especially how he's been characterized in his kiss with Anna, is much more rough and primal. And a kiss with Elsa is more.. graceful, measured, and delicate. Maybe that's more of a direct result of how Anna views Kristoff and Elsa together. Maybe it's me.

Now, I really don't know kisses. I haven't been in a relationship in a while, I've long since forgotten how intimate (or rough) kisses can be, and how they can affect your mentality. I haven't the most exact idea of how it affects any relationship. Because I'm heterosexual (as far as I'm aware of), I don't know the general differences between kissing a male and a female. Forgive me if I've made any offending statements, regarding sexist or sexuality ideas. Sometimes I don't notice I make them, and I sincerely apologize.

On another aside, I find these characters to be vastly interesting. I'm not given a wide scope of the character behind everybody in the story, but it's enough to give me an inkling of an idea that these people are written as Humans of New York. I mean, I've seen some tumblr posts that list the tag, and I wonder if that's relevant to the way these people live. I've many questions on other logistical things, but honestly, that's not at all interesting.

Well, that's that for now. You can be sure as hell I'll write more about this. I'm rather intrigued. I apologize that this probably wasn't a short post, as I had intended my posts to be whenever I write. My goal is to make short, readable posts with interesting stuff about the things I read or do or whatever goes on in my life that I wish to write about. In the end, however, it's about what I want to write; I'm simply glad if anybody ever takes the time to read about my opinions.

So... Yeah. I'm up to Chapter 6, and I really need to get to doing homework. Maybe I'll read more, if I have enough time. Hell, even if I don't finish I'll still read later.