Disclaimer: this
does not intend to sound privileged (as it may seem) I know there are numerous
people suffering immensely and "blogging" is not the best solution to
help alleviate the most unprecedented predicament our country and the world is
facing right now. But I guess it's better than saying nothing at all. So
please, by all means, be considerate.
Fetch me some
Fe, will you?
Do you know a
person who is so religious that even in the most unconventional manner, he/she
would preach just to advance his/her belief? But, in the most frustrating
situation, he/she is the same person who turns out to be so quiet when it comes
to hearing news about killing and violation of basic human rights?
What about a
person who does not want to be dictated when it comes to his/her own decisions?
Is he/she the same person who would dictate you how or how not to interpret a
certain statement given by the authorities?
Here’s another one,
maybe you know of someone who justifies ‘injustices’ blatantly given to the underrepresented?
Is he/she the one who acts aggravated, full-level-pissed-off-innuendo-enraged
individual when he/she does not receive proper support or treatment by the
government?
No? I guess
these people only exist in our imaginations then? Think again. If your boat is
a big as mine, I sure hope we are cruising the same ocean. I meant, I don’t
necessarily want you to be on the same boat, I just want you to follow my path.
I'm starting to
believe that Irony is reality that governs this world. Not even Novelty nor any
universal law developed by the greatest minds in history. You see, this is
the problem. I know a lot of people who would easily give in to believing that
nothing is wrong if you just follow the rules given. Well, technically, that is
correct. But what about if the same rules no longer define the main purpose of
its existence? How about that? Can you now see the irony in it?
The Father of Grisha Jaeger you hated but
subconsciously embodied
I recently
finished watching this colossal (get it?) franchise of an anime, Attack on
Titan and it really, really changed my perspective on watching series, more so,
the genre of anime. I mean, yes, I might be a few years late from this hype but
I think its charm will remain timeless.
Okay, so let’s
fast forward to season 3 and talk about the fascinating reveal of “The Subjects of Ymir” and all its
conspiracy. For the fans of the show, you know by heart what I am talking
about. Yes, the not-so-big reveal of this century-old secret in the forsaken
world where Titans causally eat humans, not for food reasons, but…for fun. Take
note, I am only speaking for the animated series because I never read the
manga, yet. Stop bashing me.
Alright, sorry.
Do you all remember that fu***r of a father Grisha had? In case you didn’t
know, his own daughter was mercilessly killed by the “police” letting her be
attacked by dogs. Yes, that person is the same person who chose to shut up and
listen to authorities rather than to act furiously and say something back to
the people who run the government, or what’s left of it in that manner.
Now, there are a
lot of individuals who embody Grisha’s father. That, is in and of itself, bad.
But ladies and gentlemen, if you hated that fu***r and you remained neutral or
sided with the recent wrongdoings of the government, you perfectly gone full circle
in drinking that Fe you have inside you. That’s even worse. How ironic, am I
right?
I know, this is
fiction and no way in this world human-eating-for-fun Titans exists. But that’s
the beauty of films and series, right? It transports us into a different world
(that is Escapism. The thing you feel when you are immersed watching a quality
movie) and then lets us go back to our real world to apply what we have learned
when we have escaped for two hours and a half. I mean, if you only watch a
movie so you can finally devour the snack you’ve always wanted, then, it’s a
shame. I guess my point is, stop being so neutral with whatever’s happening,
man. Or woman.
We hated Regina George, but did we really?
Okay, now on
with some chick-flick classic in the early 2000s when Lindsay Lohan’s career
was still stable. You all know the story, right? Mean Girls was such a hallmark
of a movie that it basically described what a typical high-school would be
like. With some casual bus-hitting accidents from time to time.
My actual
takeaway from this is not really about fighting against those mean girls that
kept bothering you your whole life (when you’re in high-school) it’s about not
giving a fu** about them and just living on with what you really love to do. So,
you can’t sit with them. Well, boo-hoo. What’s the big deal, honey?
Did we really
hate Regina George, or did we secretly see ourselves in the way she acted all
throughout the movie? Yes, you’re right. We can never be not judgmental. It’s
as if the whole point of the movie is to acknowledge the fact that have been
Reginas at some point in our lives, and it so much hurt us that we cannot be as
beautiful as Rachel McAdams, but in a sense, we have always been waiting for
that real transformation that we need: to eradicate validation as a norm for
acceptance.
Validation, in
an aspect suitable for you then, is so overrated. The true person who deserve
the crown, is the one who never needs it. The one, who will never need it.
We will eventually be infinite, like
Charlie, Sam, and Patrick
Oh, wow. This movie
is just so beautiful. It’s a masterpiece in our time and it will transcend for
future viewers who will eventually get tired of teen angst and occasional weird
hormones. Although I don’t think there is a right age to watch this movie, I
best believe that it should be watched around the time you feel profound at the
same time lost. So 18-23, I guess? Fair warning: it may also cause some
triggers for mental health issues, but I think the beauty of it is that it was
not over acknowledged nor under acknowledged.
The thing is,
for those of who watched it, aside from the fact that maybe you’re too focused
on how much of a hottie Ezra Miller or Emma Watson is (or both; depending on
your preference) and the same fact that Logan Lerman’s awkwardness made you
fall in love with awkward boys or made you want to be the same awkward boy is
so chaotic and profound at the same time.
The movie does
not only tell a story; it also directs you to be part of each chapter. The consistencies
made you believe that when movies are too relatable, they are not automatically
designed to make you feel miserable or paranoid.
Maybe the ‘friend’
Charlie was talking to was unconsciously sent to himself, or to Patrick, or to
Sam, or even to Maria Elizabeth. But, eventually, if, or when you can come to your
senses, best believe that is, or was rather written for you, the reader and the
watcher.
The Quarantine has just begun, so must you.
Eventually, we’ll
be in our beds again. Thinking of the most wicked thoughts we can have. But for
formalities sake, I hope you have a good sleep.
