Genres and Memories.

"Goodbye, my almost lover,
Goodbye, my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be?"

Have you ever watched random people you don't know, and thought that they're just like those extras you see on movie sets?

And even though the pure thought of it is probably the most selfish thing one can think to oneself, it's there: that the entire world revolves around you. Not literally of course, but like, sometimes, it seems like life is an actual movie, you are the star, and everyone else was merely added in as background, subplots, complications and romantic interests, all vital roles to lead up to how your own personal story will end.

Some people have different genres of life, and not many can be in those happy romantic styled movies that all end brilliantly. Some are born into the genre of horror, or drama, or action or even those cutesy sitcoms - where every moment is a cheap laugh and the next humiliating stunt is waiting for you as soon as the laughs die down again. Some live the modern high-definition coloured luxuries, whereas others are stuck in the black and white fact and fictions of the olden days. Whatever kind of movie style that represents our lives, they are always tailored to suit ourselves, liking it or lumping it. 

Personally I find my life is drama, as I am never allowed any rest. As soon as one complication has finished, another one relights itself, whether it be a subplot in the case of my friends, or a new complex dilemma, ready to take over my life with full force and consume all that was there beforehand. 

If the movie idea doesn't aspire to you, then you can always imagine your life as if you are in the computer game The Sims and think back to when you used to lock your least favourite Sim in a room with no doors - empty, barring one single rocket launcher - then forcing them to light the rocket, pretty much denouncing them dead by burning. The simple joy of having control over someone else's fate was always overpowering, and before you knew it, the multiple ways you can kill a Sim become known, and become more creative by the minute.
You could trap them in a swimming pool, or get them electrocuted, or even crushed by hail.
But you didn't have to ruin their lives through death.
You could make them "Woo Hoo" with people they're not married to, and have a baby as the consequence. You could make them have several relationships at once, timing how long it took for each lover to discover the secret. You could make them hated by everyone, and have them spend the rest of their days alone, with everyone unknowing of their dramatic pasts, because you haven't been bothered to fill in their "bio" section.

"We all like that feeling of control"

Sometimes, I feel like I'm the one in a Sims game. Being controlled, manipulated, and forced into fates that I didn't choose. 
Like someone is sitting just above the clouds, pointing at things I must now do, then laughing at the consequences.
Making me fall for the same tricks over and over, until my mood meter is so low that I clash with the others around me, pushing them away.
Maybe they think it's funny, to introduce lovely gentlemen into my life, then allow them to turn into the heart stomping jerks they all eventuate to be. Laughing, when the "booiiiiiing" sound appears when the relationship is over - shattered even - into something that has been proven beyond all reasonable repair.

We all like that feeling of control over our lives. But when it gets taken away? All we have are our memories. 
And for someone to tell you to "start over again" and just forget?
Well. Where does that leave me?

"So long, my luckless romance,
My back is turned on you.
Should've known you'd bring me heartache,
Almost lovers always do."