[ WP ] You find out that you are a Main Character , so you do everything to avoid getting dragged into a story involving you in some way .

You do n't get it, do you?' Jim snapped, his eyes on a wild swivel.'It's all about me! It has to be! There are too many coincidences... too many things that just happen to match up!' 
 
 He forced his shaking hands together and exhaled harshly. Luke fought the urge to take a step backwards, away from the smell. 
 
'Do you know,' Jim whispered,'how many times I've heard someone say `` Oh, is n't that strange...'', or `` That could only happen to you, Jim''?' 
 
 His breath had calmed, but something primal lurked behind his eyes. 
 
'Well I'm done playing the hero. I'm sick of it always being about me!' he said, finally. 
 
'For Christ's sake, Jim - you need to get this idea out of your head! The world does n't revolve around you,' Luke said.'You are n't the only one with a story!' 
 
'I'm done with stories!' cried Jim, sinking to his knees.'I want a normal life!' 
 
 Luke shook his head and turned away. 
 
'Stories happen all the time, all around us - we just do n't stop to pay attention,' he said, quietly, then raised his hand to indicate outside the window. 
 
'Every man on the street - every face you studiously ignore on every day you go out into the world; they all have stories that are being written in absent, frantic scribbles right in front of you. It might be the climax of their story, heavy with drama, or it might be their last chapter - the final paragraphs before the last full stop. There are no short stories in life, and no storytellers greater than anyone else. Everyone's a writer, in the end. It's just a matter of who bothers to read it.' 
 
 Jim looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. 
 
'And what about me, Luke? What do I do?' 
 
'The world is your library, Jim.'
