Sinful Barbie
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sinfulbarbie@hotmail.com
Brandie was loved. She received emails offering advice and support as she went through the trials of daily life. People signed her guestbook. People appreciated her, and waited anxiously to hear what would happen next. These people knew her story, but she did not know their's. It was as though she was in a one-way conversation with the rest of the world. There were countless acquaintances who knew her life story, but who had merely given her their names. She had put herself on display for all of the soap-opera readers to be regarded as a cross between fiction and honest reality.
Reality is not honest when it is written for others. Brandie often found herself writing to please people... throwing in entries simply because she had not written in awhile and people were getting antsy. She had to think through the events in her life, and try to choose things to write about that would spark interest in people. She judged her success on the speed at which her counter rose, the new guestbook entries she received, and the supportive emails that were sent to her.
Brandie was not her creator. Her creator is three-dimensional, with a face, insecurities, masks, contradictions, and a life that cannot be limited to a website of journal entries. She cannot be regarded as fiction. She is real. Brandie's entries did not do her justice.
Often times, the creator would find herself looking at her own life, and thinking about it. The first thought that would come to her head would be "How can Brandie write this? How can I make this fit the website?" This limited free thought.
The original idea behind the writings was to cast away all inhibitions. When the creator would write, she would always be concerned about who might read it and how it might be interpreted. If her face was not attached, she did not have to worry. But Brandie became attached. And Brandie cared about how the web readers felt. Brandie wanted to please them. She wanted to be read and loved. She lost her original purpose because she began to care about how she would be percieved.
The creator could not deal with this. She could not watch this self-conscious concept ruin the original idea. Brandie did much good in the beginning. She gave her creator an outlet, and allowed her to sort through many emotions. But she was no longer doing her job. Something had to be done to preserve the creator's last bit of reality.
I will not relate the gory details of the murder, but in the end, all that matters is that Brandie is no more. She was killed by her tormenter because of her failure to not care. Eric your knife was swift and did it's job so completely! When you took Brandie from us you destroyed all of us!
