Jada Bright
9/12/18
Robert
Frank Photo Narrative
A
small bar in New York shortly became my safe place. I finally felt as if I
found my purpose in life. It may sound cliché finding your “purpose” in a bar,
but if you were in my shoes you would understand. I spent all my life trying to
figure out where I belonged. I’ve always felt out of place and insecure but
here, it was different. Every time I walked through the door I knew I wouldn’t
feel the pain for long and all my problems would go away. Although, I may look
alone it didn’t feel that way anymore. Something was always comforting me here,
whether it was a drink or a waitress. Just being here was my way off letting
off all the steam. I spent most of my nights here and if I was having a really
bad day sometimes I would be here all day. No one will ever understand me like
that bar did. The bar knew all my interests, the things I hated, and all my
insecurities. I could tell the bar anything and it just listened to me without
judgement. I tried to open up to my friends like I did with the bar, but they
judged me like I knew they would. People I met at the bar were nicer and way more understanding than the
people I have known for years. They were like an open book, explaining their
whole life story and how they felt like their lives were falling apart. I tried
to reassure them with same stupid life advice everyone tried to give me
“everything would be ok” but I knew I had to tell them the truth, so I said,
“sometimes you need to fall apart before you can get yourself back together.”
I believe that the bar determined my life. The destinies of other people-
puzzled, complicated, but at the same time eager and full of life- helped me
understand myself and the world around me, providing me with answers to my
issues like no one else could. 
4 comments:
I think the purpose of this was to show that the man wanted to escape the struggles of his life, so the only way he could do that was by putting himself in a false reality, aka the bar, where problems are nonexistent because of the alcohol running through everyone's system. It is always filled with new strangers, so his past doesn't follow him.
i feel that the message of this narrative is to tell the reader exactly what the narrator said, that its okay to fall apart sometimes in order to put yourself back together. I also feel as though this character was desperate for a real human connection and his "friends" weren't there for him like real friends would be. this character seemed very alone and depressed and he enjoyed the bar because everyone there was like him. wanting a human connection therefore willing to not only open up but to also listen. good job jada :)
Really liked this story. I feel like the message is that some people do not need to have a ton of friends to make them comfortable, but they are comfortable within themselves. Very well written.
I feel like the meaning behind this story is that while some may not be able to reach out to friends, they can find comfort in other things and places, and be able to tell their problems to others who find comfort in the same things and places as they do. Nicely written!
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