There are thousands of questions posed every day on how life works. How do people process? Why do we do what we do? Where did we come from? And for every single question there's a theory, either scientific or religious.
Of course, I can't answer the science versus religion question. That, perhaps, can be answered in a few thousand years with the help of scientists either finding complete irony in scientific proof of God or with scientists proving the theory of evolution & the big-bang theory.
Until that day comes, I'm giving you one of my theories on life.
Oh, and a story that goes along with my theory. That's why you're on this site, am I right? To read interesting stories dedicated to the magical world of Harry Potter.
I lived in that world. I watched Harry go through his adventures every day from the sidelines; I went through the torture of having his freckled friend Ron point and snigger at me every chance he had. I suppose I was used to it; I faced it every day at school, because I was a simple girl.
Here is where we begin my theory.
(Et ici est mon coeur.)
There are, according to the Big-Five Theory, ten types of people; unstable, stable, extrovert, introvert, open to experience, not open to experiment, agreeable, antagonistic, conscientious, and undirected. Though I'm fascinated with psychology and I agree whole-heartedly with most theories, this one I couldn't help but disagree with.
I believe there are only two types of people; simple and complicated.
The simple people are the good friends, the good listeners. They never face big problems; their parents never die, their boyfriends never cheat (if they every get them), and they lead very simple, plain lives. Desk jobs are their destiny, where they stay a few steps below the top. They keep a routine, their days as consistent as their periods. They die old and happy.
The complicated people. The ones who's parents die or who's best friends backstab or who's boyfriends break their hearts or who's dog bites them or who's owl flies off with a letter and never returns or...
You get the general idea.
The complicated people are the ones with the problems. The ones who talk to their friends about their problems, almost to an irritating extent. They're never happy with who they are, and have enough teenage drama to make a television show. Complicated people are what every story on Fanfiction is written about...that I guarantee you.
On the flip side, complicated people are risk-takers. They're the ones who end up at the top. They're the ones who end up in a truly happy, passionate marriage. They may die young, but at least they died happy.
The theory seems simple, right?
Yet it's oh-so-complicated.
People change from simple people to complicated people through defining moments.
Complicated people never change, because they adore the spotlight.
I'm a simple person.
The person that this story is written about is complicated. Well, actually, he's simple-turned-complicated.
If I were to tell you my name, you would all cringe, because I'm the character that everyone likes to have a giggle or guffaw at. The pimply one, the stupid one, the loner. I obviously can't have feelings because I'm simple. And, because I'm simple, I'm also deaf.
My boss would laugh to hear me calling myself simple. Her definition of simple is stupid; when a horse acts up and tries to jump on her, she screams, "Simple bastard!" Though quite amusing it is, our definitions of simple are opposing; I was smart in school, and that's perhaps what left me at the bottom of the social ladder.
Regardless, my intelligence (or lack thereof) is not the topic of my story. It's true, of course. Word-for-word. Though it may not be as interesting as the stories where the girl cheats on him and he cheats on her to get revenge but OMG it's her best friend so the girl starts hitting on his best friend but wait! he's gay and he just confesses it to his best friend who throws a temper tantrum because who really wants a gay best friend? so the gay best friend goes and finds a boyfriend who just happens to be abusive and used to date the girl who cheated in the first place because he's bisexual!
Instead, this is a sincere story. Hopefully it'll touch your heart in a way completely unlike the other stories. Nothing against them, they're compelling, just a little deep in dog crap.
My name is Eloise Midgen.
And this is the story of Draco Malfoy and I.
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A/N: So you're all going...WTF! right now. Eloise, THE LOSER! Plus Draco, THE ASSHOLE! Work with me here, people. It's got a good plot. Srsly.