Why do We Torture Ourselves with sad stories?
Why do we torture ourselves with emotional stories? Some books, like “Still Missing” by Chevy Stevens, I struggle to say are “good books”. It’s not that they are bad books, it’s the fact that it’s not your general warm, fuzzy feeling, happy ending type book. There are some tough things to listen to in the book that you don’t want to imagine. But yet, it won awards so plenty of people were like me and were drawn to the story. I had to finish it. So, does that make it a “good book”? Well, I guess it’s “good” in the sense that I couldn’t stop listening to it. But I can’t say, “Oh, I loved that book, I want to listen to it over and over”.
The truth is, I may listen to this book one more time, which still puzzles me. It was an emotional journey, going through these things as the main character went through all of it again with her therapist. I felt as she felt and wanted to scream with her when she was screaming. I had anger and disgust, compassion and sadness, madness and sarcasm, all right along with her.
I just don’ t know why we torture ourselves with books that are going to make us emotional. I usually avoid movies that do that. It’s pretty obvious when you see the previews or ad posters what kind of emotional journey it will take you through. I rather the thrilling stories, not the sad ones where most likely the sick girl or dog dies at the end. I can’t fathom why people watch those. I don’t want to even try. I know it’s about the story, not the ending, but knowing how it ends, makes me not want to bother with the story. That’s just me. However, when I was listening to this book, I started realizing the emotional journey that it was going to take me through and yet I kept going. In fact, I finished it in two days. We humans are a mystery.