Forever Mrs.Daisy Gatsby
A window into Daisy Buchanan's mind according to the events that occurred in Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby."
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Why I - Let Gatsby Go
What I was Thinking - When I Met Nick
I was surprised I had a
cousin I had never met before, but I was not too worried about it. Nick was very
nice and right away we clicked with that cousin connection. He was not too
shabby of a person to be related to either because he obviously had enough
money to live in West Egg. I think our mutual friendship with Gatsby is what
really brought us together. Perhaps it was fate, but regardless, we were both
entangled with the mysterious Gatsby. I had heard some rumors about how Gatsby
made his money so I couldn’t help but to wonder if Nick was in the same
business, but I could tell he had a good head on his shoulders. Nick seemed
like a loyal man and very humble. I would try to talk him into having a fling
with Jordyn, but he would always shrug it off and ask me questions or change
the subject. He and Jordyn would make a lovely couple though since Jordyn
wanted a proper man to take control of her life. Although Nick may not have
admitted it, I could tell he admired Jordyn’s independent qualities. He was so
interested in the fact that she played golf and was so stubborn but remained so
ladylike. Nick and I would have several conversations and I even opened up to him
about my marriage and what I was feeling when my daughter was born. I am so
thankful that Nick came into my life because not only is he a wonderful cousin,
but also helped me reunite with Gatsby.
What I Was Feeling - When I Reunited with Gatsby
Friday, April 26, 2013
Why I - Married Tom Buchanan
Thursday, April 25, 2013
What I Was Feeling - When Gatsby Left
It is hard to believe that I went through a period of time without Gatsby. Twas a miserable time indeed, but with my luck I was able to manage. Gatsby had let me know that he was going away to join the army and I was not too upset by it. There were always two things I was in love with, which were Gatsby and extravagant luxuries. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Gatsby, he made me happier than a limitless amount of diamonds could, but the problem was he could not afford to buy me any amount of diamonds at all; everybody knows that rich girls do not marry poor boys or else you are setting yourself up for a life of unfulfilled expenses. When Gatsby left I was slightly heartbroken, but I was not willing to waste my life away waiting for anybody. I continued enjoying my life in high society where we partied all the time and everyone laughed at my jokes. I allowed a few men to court me, but none of them could truly make me as happy as Gatsby could. I felt a deep emptiness inside; even when these men would gift me the finest glitters and gold, I felt like a part of me was missing. I then became frantic and felt like I needed security, so I rushed to marry the richest man I met named Tom Buchanan. I loved Tom and I loved the things he bought me, but I was never truly in love with Tom. I was a miserable wife. I was married, yet I felt unhappy and lonely. I missed Gatsby and that is when I realized I never stopped being in love with Gatsby. No matter how hard I tried, nobody would ever fix the rip in my heart that Jay Gatsby tore.
What I Was Thinking - When I Ran Over Myrtle
I
felt such a rush driving Gatsby’s luxurious car as it is a chore that is not
normally socially acceptable for women to do, but what do I care! I am a free
human being with a mind of my own and if I do say so myself, I am the perfect
example for all women on how to live fun independent lives. After all, everyone
around you is your audience, so why not make your performance entertaining? Reverting
back to remembering what I was thinking while driving Gatsby’s car, I thought
the only way to cherish the moment was to drive faster than the wind, and
believe me it was marvelous! My adrenaline rush quickly came crashing down when
I saw a woman leap onto the path of the speeding car. My thoughts spun out of control
and all of a sudden my body was not obeying my orders; it was as if the
steering wheel and pedal seemed to have paralyzed. For a split second, I
thought that maybe this woman would react just as quickly as she jumped onto
the road, but it was too late. Gatsby had tried to veer out of the way and
spare the woman’s life, but it was inevitable. Once we drove over the bump the
only thought I had was to never look back and drive home as quickly as I could.
I was shocked that something so beautiful could cause such tragedy. The glorious
expensive yellow car killed that woman, yet the least of my worries was to find
out if she was alright.
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