Ok yeah uh spoiler name is correct that ended up too depressing and personal so ima just leave it out, but i wasted so much time writing that That i cant simply delete it all, so im leaving it there to read it if you want but please dont. Anyway! Novels... great time waster right? I mean life is all about wasting time until we finally die. Anyway novels are nice and all, but just like everything too much of them can be bad, read the spoiler if you want to know the story of how novels broke my mind and how they ended up brainwashing me. But no matter, tell me my fellow readers. Have any of you ever felt that novels have changed your life in any way? Oh and i dont mean "i was too lazy to clean my house and read novels instead so my parents ended up grounding me" I mean serious things, stuff like straight up personality changes, like you doing things you wouldve never done before but you did because the mc of some novel acted the same. Things like that, i wanna discuss about the effects fiction has on the human psyche in high dosages. Spoiler: ok uhhh this turned out a lot more depressing then expected lmao don't worry i'm fine and i recommend you don't read it unless you are very bored, oh and at least be 18+ or you won't understand anything Mmmm time, oh how i wish i could stop it, turn it back, or maybe speed it up and flow together with it. But no matter what i do i can't stop time, i can't turn it back, and neither can i go together with it into the future. My only path is forward, a slow and yet fast, narrow and yet wide, it doesn't matter for the path changes depending on who the person treading it is. Recently i've just been feeling so damn old, i'm just 17 and yet i look back at the past as if it's been decades ago, i look at everything i've done, experienced, the people i interacted with, and yet i'm fucking 17. I've even got the same time problems cenile gramps have, where to them a day is a week and a week is a month, time flies slowly, if you attempted to count alongside it's passing you'd prob go insane before a week ended (i'd say day but a guy on youtube did just that, god rest his soul). One day i'm a kid and another i'm a teen, then before a week passes i'm almost an adult, time varies so heavily to me. But no matter how much time affects me, i still end up spending a lot of time reminiscing about the past, i don't look ahead for it will be in front of me faster than i can think about it, "oh a guy i like will come out in a month, cool." 1 day later "oh the game is out nice". My life is so utterly dull i can't sense time, it's like i'm just floating on the peacefull river known as time, and before i know it a storm has arrived and i'm miles farther than i expected to be. Everyday is the same, there is very little difference, or at least that's how it was. The variable know as school came up 3 weeks ago, or maybe 4? Don't know feels like 1 to me. But after 2 weeks, or maybe a few days? My life still returned to its dull cycle of repeating everything i do everyday. Before the variable know as school came up 3 weeks ago from the last 2 years a solid 1 year and 10 months were completely identical. I woke up, read, maybe played some games on the pc, washed the dishes between 1-2pm or left them for the next day, around 20-25 days of the months were identical. 2 days or so were different because my mom decided to, well, anyway 2 days i felt like shit. And the rest had some slight differences compared to the 20-25 days. By slight i mean something along the lines of talking with mt siblings for more than 10 minutes, or maybe cooking something to eat. Anyway let's get to the point. My life was and still is so dull and has so little variation i've been completely disconnected from the world, and my mind seems to have broken in some ways. Time is a deadly thing. It may heal all wounds but it can also harm you if you don't pay attention. I've become so incredibly apathetic due to time, and novels sure didn't help. I've had days where i had moments where i was confused where i am or WHO i am for minutes before "waking up", those dull 1 year 10 months? A solid 8 hours per day on average form them was spent on reading, 1 hour contemplating life, and the rest were chores. Oh by 8 hours on average i mean sometimes ive read from 6 am to 22pm and sometimes i played some video games in between. And i barely had human contact, were plenty of days where nobody came into my room and they were all in their rooms so even when going to eat i didnt see anyone. No matter how much i don't want to acknowledge it it's a fact that novels and time broke me, and having random moments where i even forget myself kinda prove that. Not to mention i also feel, just so old. Like i already mentioned before. Novels got me past depression so hey that's nice and all, but they literally made me, how should i say it... they just completely disconnected me from this world, reading more than doing anything else for 2 years really broke my mind, and yet it feels so normal, like "this is normal, what's my problem, i don't get it". Everything feels so normal like it's how it should be, but i know it's not. It's crazy... everything i do in "real life" is just so that i can escape it and enter the virtual world or read novels. Thats what it feels like at least, i can stop reading right? There were times where i didnt read for days, so i CAN stop so not addicted or anything, but even when i didnt read, or in general, when i have nothing to do. I just disconnect myself from the world and think about novels in my head, my brain just got so used to me reading novels over the past 2 years that's all i can do now. I either read in my head, or think about the past. i just don't care about anything other than novels, while i was depressed and was literally sitting on the edge of a tall building reading novels on my phone, i brainwashed myself in a way, saying stuff like "i'ts not worth it to jump, issth just got hype in the recent chapters i need to read that before i die at least". And this continued for a solid month until "stuff happened". Anyway i'm past depression now right? I don't actively seek death and i won't, i don't have time for that i need to read more, but if you gave me a button that'd end me without pain i can't tell you for sure that i wouldn't press it. But that's normal right? At least it feels normal, everything feels normal, this is how things should be what's the problem? I'll live because i want to read more, but am i happy? Fuck what does that mean? Honestly i wouldn't care, because i don't care, i can't care and that's normal right? But then i look at the past, at my 12 year old self jumping in mud running around with the entire class since i was the popular guy that everyone knew, having "fun" laughing etc etc. And then i look at today, and honestly i can't tell if that memory is fictional or not. Because to me, everything that's happening now is normal, so those memories feel sureal to me. It's honestly crazy... But what can i do? nothing right? At least the guys at the clinic said so, they said without feeding me drugs they can't do anything, but i don't want to get brainwashed i wouldn't be me then, but what is me? Who or what am i? I don't even fucking know. I'd rather just stick my face in a book imagining myself as the mc like i have been doing for the past 2 years than think about things like that because why should i care about them. Even the emotions i've put into this text are fake, i'm just sitting here writing out of boredom and trying to put emotion into the text as necessary so that this wall of text isn't boring, tho i'm sure it is. But man, out of the frying pan and into the fire as they say. Cured depression by brainwashing myself with novels, but that depression turned into something i can't even identify, and i don't even want to, i don't fucking care is the problem. I'll go living my life like this, that's all fine and good, but those memories are have make me mad, or at least they would if i could even fucking be mad. But see? I put emotion into the text, i understand emotions so it's not autism, apathy? I don't know, i know i could kill someone but at the same time i do laugh sometimes so not apathy, just a very intense feeling of not caring about anything that has to do with this world. Mmmm i've been writing for way too god damn long, but at least 1 or 2 people will reach this far that's for sure, so to those 2 people. Please don't commenr stuff like get help or i feel your pain, i feel no pain and i don't care about getting help. I feel very much indifferent to everything and i can fake emotions to a master actor level irl as long as its not crying, so i'll do fine in life. Just something seemed to bother me and i wrote this, still not quite sure why i did, should i post this? But why should i? It'll be a very awkard thing. Maybe make a new account and post this? Meh i'm too lazy for that.
Meow. Also novel general might've been a better choice than regular general. No matter, general means everything and we all read novels so it should be fine. Edit: for both mine and your sanity pretend the spoiler tag doesn't exist. I just couldn't bring myself to delete 30mins of hard work but i don't want anyone reading it, or read it but don't talk about it that's fine too.
After seeing so much harem novels I agree with most Heroes from the heroes bulletin bored novel/manga kill the harem heroes
It's like watch a picture or reading books(since LN are books), whatever effect it has, will be the same. Yeah....I didn't read anything in this thread, beside your title.
I've been reading a lot of scheming novels these days and I realised that I started to think more before I say/do something. Before this I just say whatever I think directly without thinking much and caused lots of trouble.
well... Are you sure you're not depressed? Let's see. Lack of self control. Regret after reading novel, but still cannot stop. Making time for reading novel, even if I had to twist my priority and procrastinate. Well... I'm addicted to novel. Those are the symptoms I experienced.
Well, as for me, I always need to read something to guide my thoughts, or else my mind would wander and go to a dangerous direction...
TLDR. To be able to differentiate what is real and what is not is part of life, so please go see a doctor if required.
Every time I wake up, I always check : 1. Am I still in my body or in a stranger body? 2. Check my room, is it still my room or a run-down hut or a super luxurious room? 3. Check the date, am I returned back to the past or not? 4. Check under the blanket, just in case a mysterious girl sleeping under it. (only to find morning wood)
Well it has made me more open minded I guss? And now so ever so often I try to teleport or move fire or water, but meh no success...yet.
Aight managed to get to the end. Thanks for the story. And to answer your question, yes they have changed my personality and outlook in life.
Sometimes i guess? i mean unconciously speaking in their characteristic. take Yukinoshita Yukino for example, she has a sharp tongue, and sometimes i'll talk to my friend like "her criticizing 8man" but not so often.