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I have recently watched this show and I like how the story you get changes by the end.
While I thought at the start it might be a bit charming and cute and different, it changed into something way more serious than I thought it would be. I mean, these are Marvel heroes, so it was a matter of time before it gets into the nitty gritty of life. What I found this story to be is one about trauma, nostalgia, and escapism. Wanda has been traumatised as a kid, and also as an adult when Vision died, so for her to use her power to try to find some meaning into a relationship that we didn't see much about on the big screen is rather ingenious. I'm sure there are many of us who would like to have that power and rekindle something with a loved one that passed away. So, upon trying to live in the present, she leads a sort of a nostalgic short-lived romance, and the only way to find solace in life is to live through a sitcom with her deceased partner. Of course, things change as people want something from Wanda, despite her wanting only some peace and quiet. It's a story about how in life you don't get what you want, no matter how much you'd like, but you could write a sort of an ending, a closure, to the whole thing, so you could move on. And we all want to move sometimes, right?
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I have recently finished watching Breaking Bad for the first time and A Beautiful Mind for the first time in about 20 years.
To summarize these 2 shows would be with one word; addiction. You see, while these shows are very different, although their main characters are into some form of mathematical equation, they also have the similarity that they are addicted. Not to a tangible thing per se, but to be useful to someone other than themselves. Walter White wants to be useful to his family knowing very well that his time is running out, and he wants to leave something behind due to how flawed the American system is, therefore he is sort of living the American dream at a later age. John Nash, on the other hand, wants to discover something in mathematics and be useful to the world. He doesn't want to be useful to himself, or to people around him, but to the whole world. For Walter, living a boring, dead-end job and side job is hard, passionless, and hard to conceive for a man of his brilliance. For John, the mere thought of living and doing something other than mathematics and the pursuit of brilliance is driving him crazy. To put it in other words, these are people who are not normal, but are forced to be, and they can't cope with that. While one story is real and one is not, one can't help but wonder how many people like them are out there, struggling, dying day by day, because they haven't been in the right place at the right time to find the trap door that flourishes their interests. One can only wonder, what am I doing wrong? Or one could be a normal person and never have these thoughts. This post will contains spoilers from the series, which, if you haven't watched fully, you may discover some important plot points.
The whole gist of the show is that he's talking to an older guy, who we discover is his dad; who mentors him as a figment of his imagination -think Fight Club-, and we discover at the end that he actually abused him, and he hid it so much in his subconscious that he had to be coerced to divulge such a thing. The premise of the show is great, and the whole show is sort of similar to some of the stuff that happen in the world. And luckily, nobody had the fate of Kubrick after he made Eyes Wide Shut, if you believe the rumours. But I'm here to talk about Elliot, the main character, and what he goes through in his process to foil plans with bigwigs just to avenge a death or two. And how, everything changes once he sees the eponymous Mr. Robot. Which leads us to...therapy. Ah, yes, the miracle that has happened in the past 100 or so years, and has helped, generally, hopefully, people all over the world deal with their shit. In essence, talking to people, and finding out things from your past that could help solve your issues is the key, but talking with someone who doesn't judge you, only merely wanting to help you, and in essence, making sure you're not their client anymore, should be satisfaction. However, what if what you discover breaks you completely that you don't know what to do anymore? Something similar happens to Elliot throughout the show, with key conversations with his sister, gang member, and therapist, that destroy him by the end. The Elliot from the first few episodes is very different to the end-point Elliot. And that can happen to people in life. Including myself, although maybe not that kind of trauma or experience, but by discovering things from my past, I have become a different person. Whether for the better or not, I can't completely say, just like I can't say for Elliot. What I can say is that life experiences can change you, and only when you say them out loud, or communicate them with someone, or write/draw them down, will they completely settle in. And when that happens, things will get very interesting, fast. P.S. One thing that Elliot has done is to label his thoughts, and more importantly, he has created a shadow version called Mr. Robot, and just like in Fight Club, they can help, or break you. And I'll say more about that another time. It's National Mental Health Awareness week in the UK.
And I think it's important to acknowledge this kind of thing, and more so to promote it so that it gains traction. There are a variety of platforms in the UK, some of which are Mind and Samaritans. And I can say that there isn't something like this in every country. Hell, in some countries, including the one where I'm coming from, people mock you and point at you if you're feeling down, glum, burnt out, or a worse variation of that. I guess this is one of the differences between certain countries, especially those that are progressive and offer a better life to people. But besides this, there are also a few games out there, especially in recent years, who delve into mental health stuff. Before I forget is a game about dementia, trying to make you feel and see what someone with dementia feels. Gris is a game that goes into the depths of depression and pulls out a whimsical story with music and colour that makes that kind of sadness seem charming. I played this when I was in nihilism, or rather trying to come out of it, and it was quite inspirational. Celeste is more of a hero of a story game, however, you don't defeat bosses to find a trinket or save a person, merely to overcome yourself, including your shadow, which I will talk about in another post. I'm sure there are more games out there, yet these ones seeped through the vessels of time and landed on my iris. And to conclude this, we live in a very comfortable world where some of the biggest hardships happen in our heads, for various unknown reasons, and that leads to more problems than one can imagine. It's more important to be open this than to mock someone that is opening up about it. Unless you want blood on your hands. This is going to be a weird one.
Some people when they think of mushroom, they think of a great vegetable that can be made into all sorts of dishes and tastes a bit like a chicken. But for other people, their mushroom of choice is a psychedelic. For some of you who don't know that, it improves your brain, makes you reflect on past issues, and will make you happy. I didn't write "can", rather "will", because it does work wonders. You see, for most of 2019 I battled nihilism, or "what's the point of it all" to the point where I wasn't even looking forward to doing things I actually enjoyed doing, like a run or a gig. However, one thing that actually helped me in that year was the "discovery" of this kind of psychedelic. Sure, bungee jumping is cool and all, going on roller coasters, or driving fast, fun stuff, but have you ever laughed, for no reason, yet your mind found one, for about 3 hours? Now that is entertainment. That is a thrill that cannot be properly explained other than maybe your mind wanted a change? I'm not into sharing my story too much on this subject, but I will say that it definitely helped me in a lot of ways. And nowadays, they're trying to go mainstream with this kind of thing. You see, back in the late '60s early '70s, a guy by the name of Timothy Leary began doing something like this, but with LSD, and he was hounded by the American President of those times. I suppose there may be some stigma attached to psychedelics, but then again, there's stigma attached to anything, so I suppose this is more newsworthy because the government can make some money off it. They say we share about 60% DNA with banana. And we share a bit less with mushrooms. So aren't we some form of cannibal that's trying to expand their brain by eating a lesser form of itself? Whatever your feelings are, I'm of the opinion that if more people would try psylocibin, we'd be in a better place. And make of that what you will. Yeah, they're kooky, strange, and have revolting-looking meals, but have you seen how they are? This is a family, that in a different kind of way, love each other. Sure, you might say that the siblings are bullying each other, but when they want to help each other out regardless of their tussles, I'd say they care about each other, too. However, what I'm talking about more is Morticia and Gomez. Now this is a couple on fire. They have everlasting lust for one another, they don't put the other down(not in a metaphorical way at least), and they're also looking for ways for the whole family to be happy. It's a very ego-less way of being. Morticia could easily bitch and moan if Gomez flirts with some other chick, but he immediately apologizes, and she realizes he loves her, and that's that. Or when Gomez is grumpy and sad, and Morticia tries to cheer him up, and fails, then she tries to fix the problem about the house. Now how many women would go to that extent, at least in a film setting, for their man, their family? I can tell you I don't have a number. They may be portrayed as different, yet they are that real loving family that people should aspire to be, although maybe forego the eating habits. I raise a glass to you. And I also made a joke about it. Procrastinative is a word I came up with recently, while I was talking with someone, and it's a combination of procrastination and productive.
What is procrastination, essentially? A delay in doing what you should be doing. And being productive is doing that very thing. Whereas procrastinative delaying that very thing, but then still doing it here and there. Still having it in your head and you write down or you talk about it with someone to the point that ideas are pretty much there. The question is, why do we do that to ourselves? Why are we our own worst enemy when it comes to doing things that we like, but end up delaying for a while, sometimes to the point that we don't want to do that anymore? One reason is that we keep distracting ourselves with pointless bullshit. A snack, a show, a conversation, a story on your phone. And then we end up seeking the distraction just so we won't do it anymore. Up to the point where a voice in your head will tell badmouth you for not working on yourself. As much as that one is annoying, this is the one time it is speaking the truth. Another reason would be that there's no point in doing it. Sure, sometimes it may provide some small gratification, and I'm not necessarily talking about work related issues, but what if that small gratification vanishes, what does it provide then? We humans are one of the weirdest animal species around, and no one more than us enjoys controlling others instead of ourselves. We'd rather spend hours watching other lives fluctuate between episodes because we are tired/bored/afraid of progressing with ours. And that in itself is preposterous. But here we are. There are times when one listens to a song and it ends up defining a period.
Regardless if it's sadness, happiness, or whatever else, one hears it and they make some vowel noise that probably our ancestors were using daily. For me, one of them is Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks. Now, granted, I have been to Waterloo, and still go there once in a while, but it has nothing to do with that. I heard this song years ago, when it didn't have a meaning to me, even though I was still in London at the time, but then I moved to Leeds, and it came up in my playlist once again. For me, it represented a time that had come and gone, that maybe I hadn't appreciated as much as I could have, yet it riffed with nostalgia for me, for some odd reason. It came up again, a few days ago, and it reminded me again of the simplicity of times, where, regardless if I was going through something or not, this song, for those few minutes, would make me calm and just bring positivity into my life. Or to put it in another perspective, when one has nostalgia about being carefree as a kid. That's kinda how this song makes me feel. And also, listening to something like this makes me sad knowing full well that music like this will never be made again. *sheds tear* You have a song like this? Tell me about it. |
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