Dostoevsky’s
writing continues to elaborate on the narrator’s life and all of its “phases”.
The narrator is truly a lost soul. I feel sorry for the guy because of his
extreme insecurity issues and hermit way of life. All he wants is to be accepted, to receive attention (even if
its being thrown out of a window). The narrator lives with the constant burden
of self-loathing and projects this image onto the people surrounding him. He is
always comparing himself to others and jumping back and forth to the idea of superiority
then inferiority. He is a hot mess. But I probably would be too if I grew up
isolated like himself. Human beings need attention; we need eye contact, the
touch of others and stimulating conversation. As a result of his solitary life, he is continuously finding
himself stuck in his own mind, in his own thoughts and ideals. Therefore, they
are dramatized and constantly reinforced. As of right now, it is more than apparent
that psychology is an underlying theme of this novel. While reading, terms from my
Psych class, along with Dr, Ewen’s face continue to fill my head.
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