So this is my attempt at blogging. Never thought I would
attempt it but I have opinions, they may not matter but hopefully other
individuals can relate or better yet disagree and convey their own intellectual
opinions. It makes me feel alienated from the rest of the world when people say
that the way to true happiness is through what makes you happy. I feel like
everyone has that one true thing in their life except for me, I m sure that I
am mistaken but I can’t help thinking about it.
I came from
a very dysfunctional family where most of the love was squeezed out by actual
real hatred for one another. My brother’s hatred for me came from me always
wanting to hang around him because he was my older brother who was smart but
cruel. Even at a young age I knew how intelligent he was and I admired how
easily everything came to him but I could see behind his eyes a tortured soul.
We don’t talk anymore but I still dream about us reconnecting one day. My
hatred for my little sister came from being insensitive and maliciousness. She
knew I didn’t like her and she fed off of it. She grew up to be a very strong
woman but also a very spiteful and devious bitch. My sister is only out for
herself and will do whatever is in her power at equalizing what she feels is
right with a nasty retribution. For me, I am a master at completely shutting
anyone who is close to me. Obviously I do it so I don’t get hurt but of course
that is never the case. Wow, this turned fairly personal pretty quickly, lol.
Ok, so the
point I m trying to make is that I feel like the love, even the smallest
amount, that was supposed to surround our little family was vacant and now I m
just attending school to receive a diploma of English because it interests me
and I don’t really love it, or anything for that matter. I may enjoy it for a
while but like everything else I grow tired of it and look for something new to
perhaps love. I guess that’s why any long term relationship I have been in
doesn’t really last or grow, it just kind of blooms in the beginning but where
is it supposed to go from there? Like everything else it slowly decays and
becomes mulch.
The only
real thing worth a pursuit that I can consider to love for the rest of my life
would be movies. When I was a kid of about 5, my sister, brother and I would
always watch movies with out dad when he had us for the weekend. It was the
only concrete thing that we could ever expect of him, that and his inability to
be reasonable with anything that might have challenged the way he thought. He
would always make us sit down and watch movies with him and they were always
horror movies: Candyman, Chucky (the number one scariest movie for me by far),
Invaders from Mars, and countless others that I cannot remember the titles of,
only creepy images from my past. We weren’t even allowed to talk during the
movie, just sit in front of the couch and sit as far away from his as possible
so not to be grabbed during a frightening scene and scared shitless by his
scream and then great displeasure as he laughed about how terrified he made us
feel. Contrary to how I may make this sound it is actually one of my fondest
memories of my father. We always knew that the death grip from his overly
strong grip was just seconds away from grabbing our shoulders and shaking us from
the reality of Candyman gutting another victim. He was there to show us that it
was just a movie and these kind of movies were to be taken lightly and enjoyed,
even though that fucking Chucky doll still haunts me to this day. I can’t even
go inside a Spencer’s Gifts because I know they sell that shit eating grin of a
doll.
Anyways, I
figured the best way to incorporate movies with my English degree is to start
writing about movies from my perspective, even though it may have already been
said in a thousand different better ways. I watch movies daily and cannot think
how my life would be if I wasn’t able to. Growing up, kids would buy CDs (back
in the day before Napster changed everything) and talk about singers; I was the
kid who wanted to collect movies and where the inspirations came from to make a
movie possible. A lot of my memories are connected with movies; for example we
always had Super Bowl parties at my house and all of our friends would come
over to watch it with us but right after my brother would show Evil Dead, but
show it in our room with the door closed and away from all the parents because
we were still too young to be watching that kind of absolute awesomeness.
Sitting there with our friends watching an hour and a half of Ash hacking up
his possessed friends is a memory I wouldn’t change for anything.
So I guess
it be foolish for me to feel like I don’t have that one true love guiding me in
my pursuit to happiness. With so many cherished memories attached to movies it
would be asinine for me not to pursue them in everyway possible and incorporate
them into much of my future. They will always be there and I will always be
there to enjoy them.
I was
recently reading an article in Little
White Lies, easily my favorite movie publication, where Tom Hardy was being
interviewed and he talked about his experiences when watching a movie. He said
that if you are watching a movie with him and he isn’t speaking then the movie
has done its job and transported him to another place and he is no longer just
watching the movie but he is now apart of it. Tom pretty much nailed how
magical a film can be. Of course not all movies are made to do this but for me
to have that transcendental experience is why I watch movies. Movies can evoke
those certain emotions that may stay hidden in our daily lives but when that
projector is rolling we feel for each character as if they were apart of us.
Our sympathy, love, hatred, pity, sorrow, guilt, etc are all genuinely
portrayed during these experiences. That’s why whenever you hear someone say
‘it was like a scene from a movie’ after a surreal experience in their life
it’s because in those moments all those emotions, like the ones we feel during
a film, are genuinely felt in reality. We try to gage and rationalize these
moments through past experiences but when there are none for us to grasp onto
we judge them based upon a vicarious experience we have felt, a scene from a
movie. The line distinguishing reality is erased when we partake in this
experience, and that blows my fucking mind.
I have no
real goals with this blog, other than to communicate my ideas and opinions
through something that which I love. I hope that someone will enjoy it and
please, please, please if there are any comments you would like to communicate,
good or bad (especially bad), please feel free to let me know. Thanks
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