I really don`t know what it is with this guy Stephen King.
I know a million words, but only very few can describe what the works of this man are doing to me.
They say real men don`t cry.
Whatever, I`m calling BS on that one, I don`t even know what that`s supposed to mean.
Does that mean real men don`t have feelings at all? Are supposed to behave like they are a rock?
I think that if you can`t or don`t cry...then you shouldn`t be smiling as well.
Fake is what fake does.
Now, this Stephen King person has brought me tons and tons of laughter. Oh man, sometimes after I read a part in his books, I get bellyaches from laughing, the laughter is so hard and loud that sometimes I manage to wake up my family who are asleep already for hours while I keep reading and exploring his universe.
But, there are always also the tears.
And no, not the tears that come when some of the characters that I love die in his stories ( even though that is known to happen as well )...it`s the tears when he writes about the simple man, the average Joe, or the simple woman.
How they feel, whet they think about, what problems they go through, how they love. And who. And is it love that`s been given as well as received, or is it a lost and painful love.
How people love their children and worry about them.
About how kind people are, how they like to help, how they suffer when somebody else near them is suffering.
Maybe even when somebody doesn`t have a decent pair of jeans, but still stays a good person and doesn`t bitch about it and then, to cover up for his materialistic poorness, wears his best smile so people wouldn`t feel bad for him.
Even when they are happy cause something nice happened to them and they are walking home whistling, knowing the only thing that`s gonna wait for them there is a cat and leftovers from last night`s dinner.
In short, it`s when he writes about me.
Because I am all those people with all those feelings, smiles, tears and loud laughter, I am all those people with bills they sometimes can`t pay on time, worry about their kids, curse the damn car cause it won`t start in the morning and you are running late for work. I am the guy who is sending his kid out in the real world...to college maybe, or sometimes the Army.
I am the guy with the broken heart.
Or the kid that is loved unconditionally by his mother.
It doesn`t matter which book of his you are reading at a given moment...you will find yourself in there.
And you will laugh as well as cry, but somehow I find myself more often crying, even at the little things, because they are so effin true.
"Stephen King, the master of horror!"
Stephen King, the master of love, the master of knowing people, the master of understanding it all!
Thankee Sai...once again, I do think you know how important your works are in my life.
That`s why you keep writing...to show me more of me....
I hope you will never stop...