Okay so this is me just kinda throwing all my brainworms out of my head and onto SV as I am wont to do.
So I mentioned to Shadell that I felt like
Waving Through a Window is a very Chirocore song and now I can't get it out of my head.
I will make no apologies for Dear Even Hansen, it's not very good, and I don't even like the overall music that much, but this is an amazing song in a lot of ways to unpack and I think really fits Chiro realyl well.
Is this partially because it is hilarious how it completely recontextualizes the couplet "On the outside always looking in/Will I ever be more than a boy's been?" without losing a drop of thematic or metaphorical resonance? I will not deny this! But I will now spend too many words justifying it in other ways.
One thing I really like about the song is how manic it is. It swings from metaphor to metaphor with no real connecting thread or any cojoining link tying together the thought to thought whatsoever, it's a cohesive song based off vibes, rather than any sort of narrative or dialogic (that isn't a word but it is now) throughline. It really captures the sort of raw confusion that somebody can have where they understanding they're doing something wrong but they don't know exactly what it is so they mindlessly swing from thought to thought in a desperate attempt to make some sense of a reality in front of them that seems cartoonish and incoherent. This really captures Chiro's perspective early in the fic well, I think, in that she desperately swings from self-loathing thought to self-loathing thought in order to find The Problem. It's in herself, she knows this because everybody else can get around fine, but she is wrong somehow but she can't seem to figure out how. She keeps tying this into her
trans friend Inessa's situation because she went through something similar and obviously as a result she is worse because she can't figure out what is wrong, what core connecting thread there is to all her obvious inadequacies that make her so useless, because there is no real reason to think it's gender, per se.
On the outside always looking in
This works very well in the context of the window metaphor, but it also is an excellent descriptor of the character's headspace. And it's an interesting way to phrase it- it's not that they're always on the outside, but that they are on the outside and constantly looking inwards, constantly picking themselves apart for any perceived flaw or transgression that can make everything make sense, make reality actually cohere.
The song just radiates a sort of raw desperation, both in the lyrics and the sharp chords, that I think captures Chiro early in the fic especially well, as well as later; and that it's broader not just a desperation to be able to interact with people, but a desperation to be understood, including by herself, because she doesn't remotely understand why things just don't click for her and seemingly just for her.
Having proven my point, I will now beat the horse beyond death's door by doing a lyrical analysis.
I've learned to slam on the break
Before I even turn on the key
A lot of Chiro's social interactions are pretty clearly based on the precept that anything they say is worthless- one core point of growth is when they actually accept that a thing they said had legitimate value to the world around them. This is because the self-loathing is a sort of defense mechanism to avoid even having to deal with social interactions because they find interacting as themselves absolutely disgusting and repulsive.
She doesn't really want to talk to people because she obviously is a hideous person who shouldn't be loved and why don't people get this, why don't they understand this, all she'll say is something of negative value and they'll turn out to be a repulsive person that everybody hurts. Alternatively, one could put it
Before I make a mistake
Before I lead with the worst of me
Even.
Give them no reason to stare
No slipping up if you slip away
A core fundamental element of Chiro's narrative is that she desperately craves atetntion but rejects it and finds herself disgusting for wanting it. This is because of a sort of bizarre duality in humans with active self-loathing issues; we trhink we're horrible repulsive people who nobody should have to deal with, but we're also social creatures as humans that ENJOY interacting with other people. So how do we deal with the cognitive dissonance? Well, by doubling down on the self-loathing and decide that that in itself makes us especially worthless and horrible.
So I got nothing to share
No, I got nothing to say
Shadell has commented to me about how C is a very passive character at the beginning of the story, whichi s absolutely true, but is tied into the fact that she doesn't have any way to fix the issue because she doesn't know what the issue is. So when she becomes more active, it is isn't about her, really, it's about Ida or Inessa, the people around her. I know from experience it is immensely easy to bury your own problems and even start to feel satisfied with yourself if you get so preoccupied with being the hero to everybody else that you don't bother to even start to care about yourself or address any core issues you might be having as a person.
There is also of course the raw irony of this line in the context of a song that isf an extended internal monologue, but it makes sense because it is an internal monologue. The person singing has nothing to say, they have a lot to
think, which is an important distinction there. Thinking isn't productive and allows you to go around in circles, but is far less scary because it doesn't require any sort of confrontation with anything, the repetitive uselessness is in a way comforting because you can come back to the same cyclical non-conclusions and then just keep living life as though you actually explained anything.
Step out, step out of the sun, if you keep getting burned
Step out, step out of the sun, because you learned- because you learned!
Overall at the beginning of the story, Chiro can do a passable immitation of a functional person. Like, yeah, we see in her head, she's clearly Not Okay, but if you close your eyes and just pretend you're Ida, say, there's no real reason to think there's much of an issue beyond Chiro being Inessa's Quiet Friend. Some people are just quiet and prefer to read books than interact, and it's really easy to conflate that core social anxiety born of self-loathing with simply introversion; I did for most of my life and it was genjuinely shocking to me how much more social I wanted to actually be when I wasn't actively like, repressing myself out of fear of interacting with people. Crazy.
So overall, it is worth noting that Chiro at the beginning of the story clearly has an illusion of satisfaction with life. Yeah their dad sucks but he doesn't hit her or anything, so it's fine. Yeah, so she doesn't have many friends, but she doesn't deserve them, so it's fine. It's a sort of dull nothingness but if you have no idea what anything else feels like, that feels fine. That feels like the place you belong.
We Start with stars in our eyes
We Start believing we belong
And then the more agency she gets in the narrative, the more she has to confront the fact that there is just this core problem with herself that she can't name, that she can't pin down, that she desperately doesn't come close to understanding because she doesn't have the right frame to view these problems, and she has no idea where she keeps going wrong over and over again.
But every sun doesn't rise
And no one tells you where you went wrong
It's worth noting that not much really happens in Chapter 10 that... exascerbates Chiro's issues. It's basically just the same problems only emphasized; I suppose you could argue that her dad almost actually hurting her is a line, and that is true, but that isn't really what causes Chiro's breakdown. In fact, if anything, it should make things easier, but that in itself might be the core part of the problem, by solving all the other problems, it forces Chiro to more directly confront the overarching problem. The problem where everything she has done has been essentially an extended cry for help about, but people either don't realize it, because they can't read Chiro's mind, or they do understand it, and don't know how to solve it or reach her, so she internally explodes because she just needs to do something
when you're falling in the forest, and there's nobody around
do you ever really crash or make a sound?
When you're falling in the forest, and there's nobody around,
do you ever really crash or make a sound?
It's like I never really made a sound!
It's like I never make a sound.
And now we get to the chorus where we have to recontextualize things a bit, but even then not really that much.
On the outside always looking in
Never be more than a boy's been
So now we circle back to this, and really as I said, it's just as strong a line. Only the original is making a sort of peon to youthhood before things became complicated and fucked up for the character, while for Chiro it's kind of the opposite in a way, that the core issue is something they have been repressing since childhood, and they have essentially always been an outsider trying to help people's problems while tearing themselves apart internally, because they feel like they'll never be more than a
boy, not as an issue of mature, but an issue of gender.
'cause I'm tap-tap-tappin' on that glass
Waving through a window
Glass is a very interesting sort of metaphor; you see it a lot when people about dysphoria too for a similar reason; it allows you to see the world around you, while at the same time distorting it, and especially distorting the concept of distance. While people think you're actually right there, you're actually sitting behind layer after layer of aggressive anger and self-loathing and repression and you can't actually communicate that to anybody because you likely have no clue that it's true so much as just a thing that is your life.
I try to speak but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear
Looping back around- Chiro does feel like she's been communicating and it just feels like nobody hears her, because she isn't really communicating because she can't because she doesn't understand the problem. So she just kinda sets it aside and waits for everything to resolve itself because like... what else can you do, really? Surely it'll just go away if you ignore it long enough.
While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
Waving through a window
All this of course essentially has the core effect of making you a passive observer in your own life- again, something that people with dysphoria comment on constantly, while at the same time being an aggressively active observer because you're constantly criticizing and complaining about evreything you do, it's just that none of it fits or works or makes sense.
Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?
Which allows me to get to this, which allows this post to have some reason for its existence outside the argument that the musical would have been far better if it were about a sad trans girl and not a weird socially anxious sociopath (which is to be fair objectively true), but that in many ways this sort of desire, for other poeple to see you and understand you is both a core component of Chiro's angst and anger, and also a key appeal of these sorts of stories. It's a form of, trauma-bonding I suppose, because of course
we see Chiro, we know what kind of story this is from the outside and know the core fundamental problem while Chiro agonizes not getting it. It's painfully obvious to us but that is a core part of the point of this kind of story. It allows for a trans author to communicate their experience through art, an experience that can be difficult to truly express through words, or believe that you have enough of unique value to say to warrant an autobiogarphy, certainly. It's a form of trauma-bonding, in a way, that is all tied together by the fact that there is one natural endpoint for the story to reach, that everybody in the end sees Chiro for who she is, and she gets a happy ending, because otherwise the story doesn't reflect the lived experience of the author, and serves no real purpose.
This was such a normal post. I'm a very normal person, you know.
(Now to actually try and incorporate some of this a bit more into what I'm writing)