DISCLAIMER: I don't own Boy Meets World. There, I said.
Summary: Boy Meets World characters talking about themselves. Should I continue?
Author's Note: I started with Eric because I always thought that they could have done so much with him but they never did. In the beginning, he was normal and then the writers just made him crazy. I don't get that. So, I tried to explain it. I don't know if I did.
Chapter 1: Eric Matthews
Everyone thinks I'm crazy. And maybe I am. I don't know. Is it that crazy to want everyone to love each other and be good to each other? Is it that crazy to want the world to be perfect?
I see life and beauty and goodness is everything. Jack thinks that I'm naive. I think he is.
I honestly don't know what happened to me. In highschool, I wasn't the brightest but there was something there. My mind thought clearly, even if it was just about girls. I always wanted the easy way out; but there was something there. Some of the things that I did were unethical but I realized that they were soon. My mind was clear enough to see what I did wrong, see my mistakes, my misgivings, my misunderstandings about how the world worked.
Over time though, I felt it fading. My mind got a little hazier every day. I tried to figure it out. God help me, I did. I didn't understand that I was doing it but I was. Not going to college was supposed to help. It didn't. It was the straw that broke the camels back.
When I went to college and took classes to challenge my mind, I could feel the mist trying to rise. The knowledge helped. For almost a year I could feel myself getting better. But it was already too late.
By the time Cory got to college, I was in the downward spiral. I was always weird but now other people, besides my loved ones, starting noticing. My dreams were becoming reality. My reality was becoming a dream.
I had my moments of clarity. The time when Jack made me get responsible and the time when my little brother was born. But they were few and far between. It was like a writer was scripting my life but was too busy with the main characters to give me more than the passing hint of character development.
Now, the haze is thick. I see things differently than everyone else. My mom thinks it's because I have the innocence of a child. It's not. It's just that I can't see that well anymore.