someone make a strindberg play out of my life? i'll be the drama queen.

But there is another kind of tragedy [...] which in fact begins with bare and unaccommodated man. All primary energy is centred in this isolated creature, who desires and eats and fights alone. Society is at best an arbitrary institution, to prevent this horde of creatures destroying each other. And when these isolated persons meet, in what are called relationships, their exchanges are forms of struggle, inevitably.

Tragedy, in this view, is inherent. It is not only that man is frustrated, by others and by society, in his deepest and primary desires. It is also that these desires include destruction and self-destruction. What is called the death-wish has the status of a general instinct, and its derivatives, in destructiveness and aggression, are seen as essentially normal. The process of living is then a continual struggle and adjustment of the powerful energies making for satisfaction or death. It is possible to give great emphasis to the state of satisfaction, but within the form of this isolate thinking it is inevitable that satisfaction, however intense, is temporary and that it involves subjugation or defeat of another. The desire for deat may be less strong, or more deeply disguised, but of course, when achieved it is permanent. Then, within this form, life and death have been transvalued. The storm of living does not have to be raised, by any personal action; it begins when we are born, and our exposure to it is absolute. 

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Within the primary relationships, which are intensely valued, the fact of tainting is taken for granted, and is minor by comparison with the association of love and destruction: an association so deep that it is not, as the liberal writers assumed, the product of a particular history; it is rather, general and natural, in all relationships. Men and women seek to destroy each other in the act of loving and of creating new life, and the new life is itself always guilty, not so much by inheritance as by the relationships it is inevitably born into. For it is used as weapon and prize in the parents' continuing struggle, and it is itself unwanted, not only here, but essentially unwanted, since there is no final place for it where it was born, and yet the loss of this place is an absolute exposure, haunted by the desires of an impossible return.Thus the creation of life and the condition of life are alike tragic: a deep and terrible pain whicht the active desires of loving and growing only in the end accentuate and confirm: accentuate, because their joys will be brief; confirm, because by their nature they lead back into the same struggle and wounding. Love and loss, love and destruction, are two sides of the same coin.

(Raymond Williams: Strindberg and Modern Tragedy)