Dedicated to JG.
I finally, reluctantly, watched Requiem For A Dream with my better half last night.
I am somewhat disturbed. Hope glimmered, and then vanished starkly in the blink of an eye, swallowed up by materialistic societal beliefs of happiness, consumption, and demand. In my present state of mind, I watched this movie and thought, thank goodness this IS a movie, and not real life - specifically, not MY real life. And eventhough I said this to myself, I could not prevent observations of the similarities between what I was watching and what I am living, welling up from my subconscious. Not that I am in to Heroin - I've never touched the stuff, nor do I ever intend to (particularly after Trainspotting).
Each character perpetuated their own unhappiness and state of being, partially, or wholly, because of these afformentioned worldly conceptions of self-worth. Each character, due to the hardships they suffered in their lives, made the choice to take the easy route towards fullfilling their preconceived notions of happiness. And this movie is telling us that there will never be an easy street. Yet we continue to look for it, look for self worth, self happiness, self assuredness, in what societal values, media, corporate America, our parents, or friends, ourselves, tell us to do, to buy, to eat, to wear, to be. I'm as guilty of this as the next person, and in this, I am no better than the characters portrayed in the movie.
I guess what I'm getting at is, I tried to turn away from this movie, to protect myself from what I would feel by watching it, what I would see. Telling myself that it was only a movie, only a movie, only a movie. But it is so much more than a couple of junkies and an old, burnt out mother, past her prime, spiraling out of control. It now serves to remind me of what is and is not important in my life.
For the next couple of days, at least. Until I forget about it.
Love, J.
Q: What have you done recently that could be construed as a minor form of rebellion, towards someone in particular, or society in general?
I finally, reluctantly, watched Requiem For A Dream with my better half last night.
I am somewhat disturbed. Hope glimmered, and then vanished starkly in the blink of an eye, swallowed up by materialistic societal beliefs of happiness, consumption, and demand. In my present state of mind, I watched this movie and thought, thank goodness this IS a movie, and not real life - specifically, not MY real life. And eventhough I said this to myself, I could not prevent observations of the similarities between what I was watching and what I am living, welling up from my subconscious. Not that I am in to Heroin - I've never touched the stuff, nor do I ever intend to (particularly after Trainspotting).
Each character perpetuated their own unhappiness and state of being, partially, or wholly, because of these afformentioned worldly conceptions of self-worth. Each character, due to the hardships they suffered in their lives, made the choice to take the easy route towards fullfilling their preconceived notions of happiness. And this movie is telling us that there will never be an easy street. Yet we continue to look for it, look for self worth, self happiness, self assuredness, in what societal values, media, corporate America, our parents, or friends, ourselves, tell us to do, to buy, to eat, to wear, to be. I'm as guilty of this as the next person, and in this, I am no better than the characters portrayed in the movie.
I guess what I'm getting at is, I tried to turn away from this movie, to protect myself from what I would feel by watching it, what I would see. Telling myself that it was only a movie, only a movie, only a movie. But it is so much more than a couple of junkies and an old, burnt out mother, past her prime, spiraling out of control. It now serves to remind me of what is and is not important in my life.
For the next couple of days, at least. Until I forget about it.
Love, J.
Q: What have you done recently that could be construed as a minor form of rebellion, towards someone in particular, or society in general?
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tomfornelli:
I took $500 off him alone.
mevsyou:
I got my hair cut. Take that you hippie basterds..... but actually thats not ture I never got my hair cut.