Another Confession


I read some more Nana, and it was a mistake. It just gets more and more heartbreaking, and though I couldn't help but read until the very latest scanned volume (chapter 58 of book 16), nothing at all gets resolved, in my opinion.


After lots more crying, I ate my dinner, listened to the rain, and got a phone call from Phil. Reading alone had sucked me into the colorful and crazy Nana world, and I had actually forgotten that many people lead happy, simple, calm lives, not riddled with one tragic event after another. I was happy to get pulled out of it.


I'll admit it. When I'm in an unhappy mood, I often turn to shoujo manga for release into super happy worlds. I treasure the happy stories in my heart and am encouraged by them to go on. Nana started off as one of those but has turned out so suprising and different. But maybe I need to start relying on these stories less to make me happy. Instead perhaps I need to be more concerned about creating my happiness in the space around me, taking up new activities, meeting more people, cherishing the friends I already have. It's funny, because it seems like something Komatsu Nana would say.