Romanticising the Mundane

There’s a weird phrase going around the internet at the moment – ‘main character energy’ – or something like that.

When you look into it, it’s basically a bunch of girls framing their somewhat ordinary lives as an urban romance.

‘Look at how I ponder this life while I sip cold brew.’

‘I feel my body as I run for twenty minutes on the treadmill, with no music to run to, just the sound of my heartbeat.’

‘I journal for 30 minutes as soon as I wake up, my mind is most open at that time.’

Stuff like that.

Not that I’m saying it’s wrong, in fact, all of those things are incredibly healthy and confident and mindful. Good for them. I know I’m not running on a treadmill and sipping green juice and feeling happy about it – I wish I was.

The issue I’ve been having with this trend is what it has ignited in my own self-reflections. I tend to veer to the grand when it comes to thinking in general. I spiral, I sensationalize, I crash.

What I’ve come to realise is that this, in itself, is ‘main character energy’ – or rather, romanticising.

The romantic movement was about creating original voices, journeys and feelings. About delving so deep into the mind of a protagonist that it felt as if he was the only man to ever fall in love. That the writer was the first of his kind in describing the noble quest.

When we start doing that internally, start believing that we are the only ones to ever know this kind of hurt, pain, thought spiral, joy, revelation…we begin to romanticise our lives. It has nothing to do with being romantic and in love and bringing roses to your dearest – though that does help to create this romantic scene.

My issue is that I’m coming to realise this view that I have – I’m not a fan of. Especially when it comes to my work. Writing is something I love to do – but I struggle in grasping that ‘grit’ and transferring it to the written word. Instead I’m sat writing in flourishes and tongues that are useless to the reader and lip service to my own stupid brain.

What a cycle, huh?

I’m glad that I’ve made this connection anyway, perhaps it can be the first step in getting rid of the silly romanticism that doesn’t help my writing.

Until next time x

Published by Shell Spotted

Art, Insight, Travel

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