Shortly before I entered high school, I came across Fahrenheit 451, the first dystopian novel that originally fueled my interest for more of the like. In the story, the government doesn’t exhibit their oppression with massive military force or fancy over-powered gadgets. Taking interest in literature was simply outruled at the start of their civilization and, in place, shallow TV entertainment morphed the mass populace into one giant hivemind. No diversity, no innovation and no one seemed to be cognizant about their monotonically brain-dead environment; not until our male lead catches a glimpse of one single sentence, eventually kicking his right-brain into full gear and becoming self-aware of reality. Reading the book, I thought “Man, I want more stories like this. I want more stories that can address free-thought and individualism so profoundly. It’s awesome” Through my search, I found fantastic stories like 1984, The Giver, Anthem and more. It was my huge affinity for these dystopian kinds of stories that shaped my current personality and general outlook on life.
Whelp, that kind of genre has hit big in today’s society, especially among the current youth, and frankly, I’m sick of it.