The Pride of Tragedy

I was watching Honey and Clover today (great show btw) and it made me realize something.  So the main girl has an unrequited love for a boy.  A lot of what happens in the show is her crying and feeling sad about  how she is not good enough.  She purposefully goes into situations she knows she will be hurt in to “face the truth.” Another guy likes her but she refuses to associate with him.  Her reason is that her love for the other guy will be false then.  It is not that hard to tell that she has a more interior feeling: pride in her own tragedy. 

It is an interesting concept.  She calls her love her “bittersweet treasure.” She wants to stay wallowing in her sadness, even getting into situations where it is exacerbated, just to maintain it.  She says “God, I didn’t want to be saved; I just wanted to keep crying over him.”

It may seem strange but people do feel proud about those differences.  When I was thinking about I realized I do the same.  I always say that I sit at home all the time and don’t interact with people even though I do go to some friend’s houses.  When confronted with my inaccuracies it isn’t hard to refute it because it is strange for others to see me arguing that I am worse off than I actually am.  In the same sense it is weird that she would rather not be saved and instead wants wallow in her sadness.  

Now that I think about it I do it a lot. I could argue that I am just making a simplification that can accurately portray my situation, but then that is another excuse.  People, including me, like to own their tragedies like prizes, even if they don't always realize it.