It was a day off today. As a morning activity, I went to AEON as usual. At there, I read Daisuke Kataoka's book at last (片岡大右『小山田圭吾の「いじめ」はいかにつくられたか』.) In this book, the author Kataoka tries to explain how the scandal about Keigo Oyamada (he was once blamed that he had done a certain terrible school bullying toward a handicapped classmate) has been "created". Of course, I can't tell if Oyamada had done that actually (who can tell it?) But, I could have believed this suspicious scandal because of the general "power of narrative/story." Yes, it can be really dreadful.
Yes, the magical power of weaved story can be really powerful... In this case, some Japanese music magazines had "created" that Keigo Oyamada must be a notorious, therefore great musician. And, that notorious essence of Oyamada (as I have written, a memoir of his school days as enjoying bullying) had started to be shared so easily. It has been (really rapidly) copied and pasted without doing any fact checking. In a way, this book can be that kind of honest checking of the fact - although the author simply does read various pieces of news actually.
BTW, now I can see that there are really many books in my room. These books (for example, Paul Auster, Haruki Murakami, Junichiro Tanizaki, etc.) are a kind of crystals of their diligent, honest stories. I love these stories as great jewels - therefore I have to admit that I can never deny the power of stories. And, in a way, I have been actually weaving my story as a journal. So I have to check if I can have been soaked into that dreadful, therefore magical power of stories.
This afternoon, the staff of my group home came to my room to invite me to have lunch. So I had the "Zouni" (雑煮.) Oh, it was really grateful for me. TBH, I had been bullied in my schools, therefore I even feel that there must have been really many people who can have variety of points of view. In short, I really appreciate their great kindness!