Analysis Of ' What The Fuck? Who Are You?

“What?” Tom started, “I’m sitting here totally nude and you’re saying that I still need to embarrass myself more? I can’t even own socks here, and you’re saying I need to give up my trainers?”

“I’m Nobody! Who are you?” by Emily Dickinson reveals the invaluable aspect of remaining a “Nobody”—a person of little fame and stature. The poem examines the short monologue of a speaker as he or she confides with another “Nobody” and pities the life of a “Somebody”—a person with fame. The speaker finds the life of the famous boring; he or she finds being unrecognized much more comforting. This can be seen through the author’s varying tones in the first and second stanza: the first being more secretive, and the second being more pitiful. The secretive tone is present in the line “Don’t tell!” and brings about a sense of excitement as the speaker remains out of the public’s eye. In contrast to the excitement, the second stanza reveals the speaker’s viewpoint of the life of the recognized: it is mundane and “dreary” (Dickinson 838). The distinct contrast between the secretive tone and the mundane tone reveals why the speaker has a fondness towards being a “Nobody”: the life of a “Nobody” is—ironically—more exciting than the life of a “Somebody.” Another use of irony in “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” is the companionship found within being unrecognized versus the loneliness created from being famous. The speaker finds another “Nobody” to share his or her opinions with, stating that “there’s a pair of [them]” while being “Somebody” results in being a frog alone talking to an “admiring Bog” (Dickinson 838). The significance in this irony is that the speaker identifies the

“Something’s...stopping me.” I reached out to grab his hand, but my knuckles hit an invisible shield as they reached the doorway. The door slammed shut, separating me from John. Hands wrapped around to grab my face, and I was dragged into the corner of the room.

“He is and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.” I strain to keep my voice steady. My heart is thumping in my chest, heavy beats like a drum. To my surprise, they do not raise their voices. We continue talking in

"Wha,"He then hopped out of bed before I could read his face. "Of course you are. Let's go see what's downstairs."

“What is that noise anyway? It sounds like” but before she can finish her statement Sheila lets out a loud scream startling the others.

Around midnight, I exit the room, quietly shutting the door. I’m surprised to find Jensen sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, asleep. I smile weakly, but it instantly drops. There’s too much sorrow tight in my chest for me to smile. I sit down close beside him and he stirs, looking up at me, worried.

He shakes himself out and stretches before jumping out of bed and quickly gets dressed "Want me to call Kate and Tim?"

You thought about all of the pain he had caused you and so many other families. The anger you had been holding in began to boil to the surface. You swung your hand and slapped Tate hard on the cheek. He looked at you with quivering lips. You could tell he was getting ready to cry, but you just stood there. “Do you know how much pain you’ve caused,” you asked. He just looked at you and whipped his eyes. “It was a lot Tate. You caused a lot. This is the first time I’ve even been in this town that I used to love so much. You ruined that for me. I wanted to move away with you and have a life with you. You told me so many times that you loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I gave myself to you completely. If you really did care and you really did want to be with me, you wouldn’t have done

"So do you care to explain why I woke up and we're naked in a bed together?"

“One thing’s wrong with that picture, plan didn’t work.” He antagonizes me to stay, to talk longer, but I know he just wants the knife and me. “You think I did all of this to have you leave me, ever. This is it. We are it.”

“Josiah?! Can you hear me? Wake up! Wake up!” I stammer, blood coating my hands as I hold his head slightly off of the ground.

He notices he is now fully crying, his cheeks have stream marks from the tears, and his head throbs almost as loud as his heart

“What has gotten into you!” She blurted out, “They most definitely know that you killed Amaranth

“I get this man out of my room Now!” I scream as I am panicking