Monday, April 27, 2015
My thoughts when I told Nick about Gatsby
Who was I to think I would ever see little Nick again after that summer. I was thinking to be the nice guy I offered to shake his hand, but he refused ... me? He seemed a little off, than me asked me a question about Gatsby. I hoped to never hear that name. My mind began to race a little and I thought who would ever mention that name to me. Then I thought I have nothing to hid, Nick won't tell no one anyhow. So I told him the truth, the whole truth. Every single little detail that he could have ever hoped for. I could tell this didn't make him all to particularly happy. He began to yell at me, and I could see that I outstayed my welcome. I was no longer friends with Nick, but then again who cares anyway. I told him to keep his mouth shut, in the most menacing way I knew how. I couldn't let this get out about me. As I walked away I thought to myself why did I do that. It wasn't the best of ideas I suppose but I made my choice.
Why I told George about Gatsby
It really couldn't have been a better situation. It was a chance to kill 2 birds with one giant stone. It was truly a brilliant move only capable to have been thought by this man. Anyhow it was a chance to remove myself from this whole scandal. Everyone knew that Myrtle was having an affair, George outed it to everyone. It was a matter of time before everyone figured out that it was me. It would have ruined me, then George said something that gave me an idea. It was a yellow car, the same car in fact that Gatsby drove. So I told george about it, and in a smart way I implied that the driver of the car had to have been her lover. This was it George believed it and I passed the blame on to Gatsby. I would have just liked for that man to be locked up, but I can't argue with the results. I did it so I could get rid of that thorn in my side and i was able to keep my girl on lockdown. Only I'm allowed to have an affair.
How I felt on my trip to New York City
How did I feel when I took Nick to see Myrtle? Well I felt great! I had nothing to hide from anyone except from Daisy but who cares about her? But even then she believes anything I tell her so it doesn't even matter. I felt confident that Nick would keep my secret, he is a trustworthy man. I felt so happy when I first saw Myrtle that day. In a way I feel a little sorry for Wilson, since he has no idea what I'm doing. At least my wife knows what I'm doing. That entire night I felt pretty good. I got my smokes and liquor. I was quite mellow the entire time in fact. It was the most calm I've been in a good long while. Thought I was very much angry at Myrtle when she brought up d...Daisy. I broke her nose out of anger. I felt terrible that I did it, but it had to be done. She was starting to think a little to much if you know what I mean. In all I was so happy during that trip that I could use another one.
Why I bought Myrtle a puppy.
In a way it was a gift to make everything good. I bought it because I could and to make her happy. I'm sort of a big shot and a puppy is nothing to me. I never liked dogs to much, I don't know they just bothered me in a way. Anyway she wanted it and she could have it. Heck we ar... I am rich. I can do whatever I want! Anyway I just wanted to say it was a good gift, I did it because I'm a nice guy, and what can I say I am pretty great. I also an fine with it because it made up for what I did to Myrtle. I clocked her in the nose and I had to make amends. So I guess I ain't so sorry anymore now that I think about it. The puppy was a gift I gave, I shouldn't have to feel sorry for what I'm doing. I guess its also a way to keep her happy and not yapping to her husband. But then she wouldn't ever go back to him after she has had a taste of this.
How I felt when I punched Myrtle
GOD, it was just to blow off some steam. I didnt mean for it to happen it just happened. She kept mentioning her name ... Daisy. She just kept yelling her name and it made me so angry. It just happened, it was a kneejerk reaction. You know I read a book about this once, it was about how people handle anger. It said that Anger and violence are bound to happen to matter what. It was a scientific book you know. But I felt so bad about the whole thing. I tried to make it up to her but I don't think it worked. I really want to make it better but she won't talk to me right now. The way her nose looked made me want to cry. I just wish I could have not done it, but its in the past. I have to do what I have to do at this time. She got what she deserved, the boundaries were set. We can't go back and change the past, I just have to keep on keeping on. I'm Tom fricken Buchanan, i'm a star.
My thoughts when Daisy cheated on me
I remember it like it was yesterday, when I found out that my wife was cheating on me with the no good Gatsby. I first figured it out when I saw the way he looked at her. It took some time but eventually I put it together. I thought what I was going to do, so I insisted that everyone should go into town for something. I needed some time alone with Daisy, but that thief kept getting in the way. Daisy insisted that she should do with Gatsby instead of me. Boy, I couldn't even think straight I was so angry. I wasn't even focused on driving when Nick told me to stop for gas. I was still thinking about the whole thing between them that I was very close to selling his car to Wilson. Boy I wanted that revenge, but I thought of what that would do to Daisy so I stopped. Nick and Jordan knew the whole dang time, they were in on it. Everyone was against me. When we eventually made it to the hotel, I was ready to get some revenge on that boy. "Old Sport", that was making me annoyed at that point. I thought out my plan, to berate him in front of everyone in an attempt to win Daisy back. But he fired right back with comments like she never loved me. I kept thinking this man was insane, she is my wife. She has to love me, its the rules. Daisy kept trying to talk, but I had to make sure she stayed quiet. I didn't want here to ruin the whole thing by talking. I cant believe that someone would even talk to me, ME, like that. Its insane even.
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