Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Stranger

 Second part


The next day after the funeral, he wakes up in the morning and nothing changes, to him it is a usual day, he goes to the beach, where he meets this beautiful girl from his work. He has a good time with her, and they go out for a date, but as they go out he wears this suit with a band on his arm and she asks him about his mother’s death and just simply says to her she died yesterday. The girl was first a bit surprised about his reaction, but she did not care either and they continued. They slept together, and the next day she is gone, they do not have an intimate relationship, it is emotionless. When he wakes up, he is focused a lot on the external world, and watches what the people are doing outside. On Monday, he goes back at work, and when his boss asked him about her ages he does not really know how old she was, which again shows us that he did not spend his time with her.  The people around him did not care about him either, like his boss, or his colleagues, which shows us how much people are disconnected with one another, in our days.  He does not have anyone on his side, to share this experience which he is being in. He decides to have lunch with a friend from his work and after that he gets back to his normal life. I can say that I have sometimes situations where I feel like a stranger in my environment, because it is hard to create a closed connection with someone, or they just remain someone you go out with, and you never see this person again.  When he talks to his neighbor, and his neighbor tells him how bad he treated his girlfriend, he still just keeps eating lunch without any emotional reaction.  Meursault, during the whole story is an outsider, who cannot create a connection with anyone he meets.  People, just come and go in his life but nobody stays and does not really care about this lonely life.  I think that the reality we live in today is similar to this story, because people are psychological detached from their environment and they do not even realize that till it might be too late.

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