I have decided I hate taxes. They are irksome and troublesome, especially when the government thinks you have an income, and you actually don't! No one likes taxes. The terrible irony is that there is an entire day devoted to something everyone loathes.
The only good thing about April 15 is the generosity and compassion that appears in sympathy of one another. The best form of kindness I have found is the free Starbuck's coffee.
'You have your own mug? Oh well here you go! One free cup of Starbuck's Coffee! Have a nice Tax Day!'
So thank you Starbuck's and all others who show compassion on such a dreadful day. Even if we must give up what little money we have, it's a relief to know that we will always have Starbuck's.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
New Moon actually got it right
So i finally sat down with my mom yesterday and silently (ok I did voice my opinion periodically) endured watching New Moon. If you don't know what New Moon is, you have been living either on another planet or under a rock, neither of which is possible... well not really. Anyway, for those who appreciate the cinema this film makes you want to curl into the fetal position hoping it will disappear. You do not need to have majored in film in college or be a movie fanatic to know that this movie is a jumble of "beautiful" faces, hot bodies (I have to admit Taylor looked smokin'), star-crossed romance, and the mid-air, slow-mo action scenes, compiled to bring in the big money.
I'm not a movie critic and criticizing this movie is not the purpose of this post.
As I sat curled upon the couch, I could hear my friends laughter mocking this horrendous movie. Enveloped in a facade of disgust and dislike, embalming me like a cocoon, I knew in my heart how perfectly Kristen Stewart emitted the suffering of lost love. Her contorted body looked possessed and demonic. People watch and laugh at her performance, criticize her acting, deeming it unbelievable.
I try to focus on the movie as these voices float in and out of my head. I hate them. They don't understand. But I do.
No one can explain the pain felt when the one person you hold dear to you has disappeared. Its different from losing someone to death, because when someone dies its not your fault. But what happens when your foundation is ripped out from under you and moves on. There are no answers. The shock numbs your mind so you are unable to ask questions. And somewhere in the back of your mind you feel responsible for everything. You question every action, every smile, every word, desperately searching for the solution. You keep telling yourself that once you know it will be all right, you will be able to get on with your life.
But its a lie.
When you cannot ask anymore questions you are left with despair. There is no light at the end of the tunnel; there isn't even a tunnel. Just a pit of darkness.
I could try to describe despair but I would ultimately fail. Even through metaphors, eloquent language, and prose, not even the greatest writers can perfectly name it. Despair cannot be confined. People sometimes label it as an emotion, but I know they are wrong. I have felt more physical anguish in despair than any other time in my life. There is no medicine to stop the pain, no where to hide from it, or occupation that eases you rmind even for a second. Madness and Insanity swirled throughout my mind body and soul. For brief moments I knew I had lost my mind. Yet losing my mind would have been a comfort, but I was always dragged back to reality with clang.
So to all of those who criticize someone for overreacting about love, think twice before you open your mouth. Karma is strange and will hit you when your not looking.
I'm not a movie critic and criticizing this movie is not the purpose of this post.
As I sat curled upon the couch, I could hear my friends laughter mocking this horrendous movie. Enveloped in a facade of disgust and dislike, embalming me like a cocoon, I knew in my heart how perfectly Kristen Stewart emitted the suffering of lost love. Her contorted body looked possessed and demonic. People watch and laugh at her performance, criticize her acting, deeming it unbelievable.
I try to focus on the movie as these voices float in and out of my head. I hate them. They don't understand. But I do.
No one can explain the pain felt when the one person you hold dear to you has disappeared. Its different from losing someone to death, because when someone dies its not your fault. But what happens when your foundation is ripped out from under you and moves on. There are no answers. The shock numbs your mind so you are unable to ask questions. And somewhere in the back of your mind you feel responsible for everything. You question every action, every smile, every word, desperately searching for the solution. You keep telling yourself that once you know it will be all right, you will be able to get on with your life.
But its a lie.
When you cannot ask anymore questions you are left with despair. There is no light at the end of the tunnel; there isn't even a tunnel. Just a pit of darkness.
I could try to describe despair but I would ultimately fail. Even through metaphors, eloquent language, and prose, not even the greatest writers can perfectly name it. Despair cannot be confined. People sometimes label it as an emotion, but I know they are wrong. I have felt more physical anguish in despair than any other time in my life. There is no medicine to stop the pain, no where to hide from it, or occupation that eases you rmind even for a second. Madness and Insanity swirled throughout my mind body and soul. For brief moments I knew I had lost my mind. Yet losing my mind would have been a comfort, but I was always dragged back to reality with clang.
So to all of those who criticize someone for overreacting about love, think twice before you open your mouth. Karma is strange and will hit you when your not looking.
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