Dear Main Character,

Dear Main Character,

When I was young I loved watching action movies like Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter. You know, the movies with the big fantasy world with the super heroic main character. Those kind of movies you dream about. Those ones you somehow wished were reality. When I was young I always thought that maybe life was one big movie and I was the main character. That somehow I’d amount to something wonderfully amazing and everyone would look up to me as their hero with wanting eyes and always come to me to help them. It was a naïve thing to believe, but I really thought that. I grew up a little and realized maybe I wasn’t the main character in the biggest action film, but I was at least still the main character in the movie called my life. You know, maybe a bit more mature, but still naïve. I’ve since watched thousands of movies and grown up quite a bit and more than ever I feel like just a side character anymore. I feel like the character that makes an appearance once or twice and then is forgotten. I mean, I guess what I mean to say is that, I’m not the main character to anyone. I’m not needed by anyone. Not necessarily wanted. I’m just that… side character, you know? When people think of their closest friends I never come to mind. When people fawn over one another, I stand on the outside. When people were getting asked to dances, I never got asked or no one at least dreamt of going with me. I really am starting to think that I’m just so average at absolutely everything, that I’ve just become a side character in this movie called life. I’m not the worst at anything. I’m not nearly bad enough to be looked down on. I’m not nearly smart, attractive, or perfect enough to be anyone’s model. I’m just that super-forgettable side character. And it really sucks. Everyone wants to have an identity. Look back at high school. You had the athletes, the musicians, the super smart kids, the attractive group, the scrubby kids. But I was just too – me – too much of a side character to be any of those things. So I was never necessarily hated or loved, I just was sort of forgotten.

So I write to you now main character of my life, please come find me, your fated side-character. I don’t know who you are, what you are, or even if you’re real, but please come soon. I don’t know if I can hold on forever. I know there is some reason I’m here. I know there is some device in this movie called life that this side character serves, isn’t there?

With regards,

Your side character