In this essay, I tried to replicate the meaning behind the book The Catcher in the Rye, which was the maturing of the main character, Holden, and his acceptance of the real world. I also tried to make the style of writing similar to J. D Salinger’s. I wanted to show that Holden was still struggling to change, and that he couldn’t get a grasp on the world until now. People don’t really change their way of thinking over time. It usually takes them a lot of time to change so I wanted to delineate that in the story. I think that a person like Holden would not change so quickly as he did in the book.
I could get into how I got out of that stupid insane asylum, but I don’t want to bore all you. I think they were trying to help and all, but they weren’t doing a very good job. In fact, all they managed to do was just drive me away. I got out of that horrible place, I took my cash and got on a train straight to Denver. After I got to Denver, 1 hiked out into the mountains, and I found myself a job in this gas station. It isn’t the most glamorous job, but it got me away from all the phonies in the cities. I make myself enough money, and I found myself an old run-down cabin to live in.
The place is pretty rusty, but it did the trick for the last ten years. One day, I was feeling a little extra bored. I decided that I would write a letter to my younger sister, Phoebe. We hadn’t spoken in about ten years, so I wrote her the letter explaining where I was and what I had done for the last ten years. I worked real hard on that letter, and it took me about three hours to write. After I was finished, I took one long look at it, and I realized that all this would do was make me look like a big phony for being gone all those years. I looked at it and felt that I couldn’t send it.
I didn’t want her coming to me and telling me about the big phony world and how people are going on in the world. I also knew that if I sent the letter to her, my family would find me and take me back to the insane asylum. The truth was that I just didn’t want to return home. I decided that I would just go to the bar to try to forget about the letter. The bar was only a block away from my home, so it was not a long time until I got there. When I got there, the big phony barkeeper asked me if I had any proof that I was of legal age to drink. I grudgingly showed him my I.
D. My hair was now completely gray, and I was of legal age so I didn’t have to ask the barkeeper to sell alcohol to a minor. Then, after that, the big phony decided to strike up a conversation with me. He asked me “What’s on your mind? ” He seemed genuine in his concern, so I decided that I would tell him about the letter. I didn’t think that he would say anything helpful, but I wanted to talk to someone about it. He told me that I should go back and meet my sister. He also said that I should apologize for being away for all of these years.
I told him that he was a big phony, and that he should mind his own business next time. He had no right telling me what I ought to do. Looking back on that, I realize that I was wrong, and that I was the one who spoke about in the first place. Anyways, I gave the guy his money, and I went home. I couldn’t sleep again. After I got out of that insane asylum, I started to feel sick again. I just decided that| would live with it for the rest of my life. Every night when I tried to go to bed, sleep would not come easily to me. I got up out of my bed, and I took a look at the letter that I wrote earlier.
I thought about whether I wanted to send it to Phoebe, but, once again, I decided that I wouldn’t. I thought about the big, phony life that she was living and the big, phony college that she was probably gonna go to. I don’t know what to say. The idea of living that kind of life just struck me as boring, but I felt like it was my responsibility to go back. I knew that once I sent that letter, everyone I knew would come find me and take me back to that stupid lifestyle. I loved doing what I was doing, but part of me wanted to go back.
I went to bed again, and I thought about the letter some more until I finally fell asleep. The next morning was a mess. I was late for work, and I was in trouble. My boss was throwing a fit too. He said some pretty angry things to me, but I barely heard him. I was too busy thinking about that letter. I just sat behind the register and waited for someone to buy something. Pretty soon, a woman walked into the station. She seemed to recognize me. When she read my nametag she said,” I knew it was you! “. I knew who it was as well. It was Sally Hayes.
I knew that she would talk my head off like that bartender did, but I decided that I would talk to her. “Hi” | said. “Where have you been? ” she asked. I decided to tell her my whole story from the time I got to the insane asylum to what was happening now. I told her about the letter to Phoebe, and all of the things that have happened to me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of my issues and send that letter to Phoebe. I told Sally that I had to go do something. I ran straight home. I didn’t even walk, I sprinted all the way back to the little cabin that was keeping me away from the real world all of these years.
The house became a prison for me without myself even realizing it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got home faster than lever could have during any other time. I was real excited to have finally found that feeling that I felt for a short time in New York, under the carousel. i looked for the letter, and I found it exactly where I had left it the night before. It was the package carrying me to the future. I took that package and threw it in the mailbox. I waited to begin my new life with my family and friends that I hadn’t seen for so long. I waited for a response from my sister.
