Tragic discrepancy.

I read a piece of writing from a friend the other day. The friend is self centred and self conscious. She'd been set the piece to do in a creative writing class. She had to write from the perspective of someone she'd had a disagreement with, and chose an ex-housemate that's equally as self-centred and more attention seeking. However, in her story, she'd made the girl a psychotic freak- the housemate- and she might be, for all I know, though she'd never exhibited it to the extent in the story. That wasn't the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that she'd made herself into a popular member of the company that everyone loved- and she isn't. I like the girl that wrote it. She can be kind, if patronising, and she's good fun a lot of the time. But she's also officious (though she gets things done), bossy, panick-y, emotionally overwrought... she's a talented scriptwriter, but not so much a creative writer. She's manipulative at times. People are kind to her face but mean behind her back... and it just makes me realise that how people see each other and how they actually are entail massive discrepancies.

I wonder how far I differ from my actual opinion, or if I write like that. I once remarked to a friend that the girl in question danced like a ho and dressed like one because she didn't want to be different, though she's cool on her own terms with noone around and doesn't need to do any of the whore dancing with all the regalia. She's a great scriptwriter, a good director, a great comic when she wants to be... but I can see that she sees herself as a pageant queen, and that she ain't. It's a shame. I should acknowledge that people are more than one thing, I suppose, but it just seems like she's landed so far from what she aims for, and that is the tragic discrepancy.