I like stories that end well.
Not necessarily a happy ending. I don't mind if the guy and the girl doesn't end up together. Or if the aliens eat up all human beings. Of if everybody dies.
As long as it's a nice neat ending, I'm happy. It gives me closure. And I can put down the book, or walk away from the movie, well-satisfied with a clean finish.
And I sometimes I wish real-life could be the same with the endings.
I wish old stale storylines that are so stale it's spouting mould already will just end. Instead, they seem to delight in resurrecting themselves.
Why are stories and events which should be lying six-feet underground, rearing their ugly heads at me again?
Will it all never end?
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