Life
Movie-pinions: 500 Days Of Summer!
Woohoo 2 posts in a day! Aren’t you guys lucky!! 😛
Or maybe not since you have to read my crappy blogs again! My second post for the day is my thought on a movie I watched barely 10mins ago.
So, I just watched 500 Days of Summer (Starring Mr. Gordon and Miss Zooey). This is most assuredly not a Love Story but it definitely is a story about Love. Most people, I think, would find it quite relatable. Whether they’re Tom or Summer. I know I do. I have felt the heartbreak that Tom feels when Summer dumps him, when he realises Summer is getting married and when she meets him again in the park.
The movie itself was quite interesting. The belief that fate shall guide you to your soulmate is almost enough to make you question the utility of dating apps and matrimonial websites beyond getting laid. But the question that keeps going around my head is how much of it is true? Does it really work out that way? Why? How? And most importantly When?
When will I find my Autumn? When will my moment in the deli reading Dorian Gray come?
Another thing that Tom says that highly relatable is that heartbreak makes you skeptical. You question the existence the authenticity and the realism of love, of life.
I think what made it easier for Tom to move on was that he didn’t see Summer that frequently. It also allowed him a different perspective to life. More specifically to his life. And what he was doing.
I know many people will disagree with this part. But I think Summer was partially a bitch. The things she did for him, made him fall deeper. Especially the night after their fight where Tom states that he wants to be a couple. If not for that specific night I would’ve probably said that Tom was the one to blame for wanting to much when he knew it wasn’t up for offer.
Either way. You learn that the way of the heart is not easy. Maybe you’ll meet the right person soon. Maybe you’ll meet the right person late. But even if you meet there is no guarantee that it will last. Love is the most beautiful concept according to most people. And I’d agree. What I also agree to is that love is the most vague concept.
So before you set out to find your Summer, Autumn or Millie. I’d suggest you find your Paul and Rachel first. Coz he/she will be the one to help you put things back together once you start smashing your plates.
P.S. I don’t own 500 Days Of Summer or the cover pic used for this Blog Post. Obviously.
Prompt Post 1: The Neverending Lust
Write a Post Day 1 for me: Pingback Word: Lust!
I’m gonna be posting something a bit more regularly. Using prompts from my fellow experienced blogger! Here’s to hoping it works out! 😀
The sweet caress of the blowing wind on my face
The cold touch of the water crawling down my neck
The teasing warmth of the fire rousing my body
And the firmness of the earth gripping my feet
All awakens me and yet puts me to sleep
And through it all I am lusting for love, lusting for life
I am not very experienced with using the Blog App so kindly excuse any and all formatting errors!
Potterhead # Love/Hate Petunia Dursley
As every other person of my generation. I am a Potterhead. An avid fan of J.K.Rowling’s most brilliant series ever written. The books that helped me find the power of imagination far beyond any. Harry Potter.
While reading the series, there are many characters you instantly like or hate… For example the Awesomeness of Sirius Black, the Dogfather and Nymphadora “Dont-call-me-that” Tonks and the utterly Pitiful Peter “Wormtail” Pettigrew and Severus Tobias Snape.
But one character has always eluded my understanding. Petunia Dursley. By all perspectives except that of an Aunt and a Mother, she appears as a typical Housewife, who does what any average housewife is expected to do: Cook, Clean, Care, Go to Kitty Parties, Gossip and etc. (All Right all Feminists stop right there. I am not talking about Women or.. well I am but I am talking specifically about Housewives and their usual habits as per the books. You can take your hate and shove it up your… In case you need more reference points go read my Study in Pink post).
Despite being “Normal” in every other way. Her hatred for her nephew has confused me. Yes, I understand that she was jealous of her sister and that she might’ve been more special because of her Talent. But I don’t think her parents loved Petunia any less than they did Lily. Her treatment of her nephew reflected far more than just hatred born out jealousy. It showed how utterly despicable and small minded she was to emotionally abuse a child which never even knew his parents much like Snape though even Snape had more reason (Not enough to justify his treatment but still more than Petunia) to hate his childhood enemy’s doppelganger.
And yet. At the end of 6 books. She casually throws out a statement that she lost a sister too… And this is the part which is confusing. The true remorse and emotion you feel at that moment. If she was truly sad about the loss of her sister why not treasure her legacy. Why treat it like an unwanted pet which you can’t kick out for the fear of being blamed for its death. Instead of raising him like she would raise her own son, she raised him like a House-elf.
The turmoil inside of Petunia Dursley only starts expressing herself from the 5th Book of OoTP where she mentions Snape indirectly and that’s where you truly see how hard she has tried to escape the wizarding world. Going so far as to avoid even mentioning someone who lived in the same neighborhood because he too was a part of that world. Her utter horror at saying “They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban” shows how much her jealousy has already affected her life.
Even when the series is (And I am yet to rejoin Pottermore so I don’t know their fates yet) at an end, the curiosity of what happened to them is still present at the back of my mind..
CHEERS!
Thoughts # Mirror Mirror
The thing about life is stupid shit happens. Stuff you don’t want happening, don’t expect, don’t realise and sometimes even don’t care about.
For me… well I’ve ruined 2 years of my life, probably on my way to a 3rd… I’ve done every conceivable sin except the intimate ones. (Yeah I haven’t even been kissed… Even nerds are luckier) I’ve had a ex-bitch, drunk a barrel of beer at least, smoked atleast 2 packs of cigarettes in the past 3 months excusing it using stress as my excuse, had whiskey like its going out of stock, ended friendships and even tried Tinder. At the end of it all… the only thing that came to my mind was… it improved nothing.
What it probably did do was:
Got rid of a friend who wasn’t one anymore.
Got me to rely on friends who wouldn’t rat me out when I’m drunk.
Ruined my lungs at least 20%.
Definitely ruined my liver/kidneys.
Made me waste a bucket load of money.
You probably realised that not all of the above were bad things. But fact is… you never really know.
At the end what truly matters is you. Your choices may make a couple of people cry if you die or get sick. May make a couple of people richer and your bank account less full. But all of that is NOTHING. Compared to what it does to you.
Losing someone you love. Failing an important exam. Disappointing your loved ones. Are all temporary.
You find love again, or a new job, or study something you actually like and finally make your family proud.
But none of it can happen if you’re dead or worse… brain dead. So addicted to a habit that you lose your entire being.
Believe me I’ve been there. I’ve contemplated getting rid of these annoying problem permanently. Just a bottle to forget or a jump to leave it all behind. But the only thing that stopped me… well to be honest it was.. what if this is my ONLY shot. What if there is no afterlife. No reincarnation.
Is THIS where I want it to end? When I’m a failure, lost and uncertain about my future. Is this how I want those left behind to remember me?
The answer was no.. I wanted my dad to go on that Luxury World Tour paid by me. My mum to drive all the cars she has wanted. My sister to not want for anything. And my future progeny to not wonder if they’re a disappointment.
Until I could do that. I couldn’t take the cowards way out.
And I say coward because while taking your own life is hard, sometimes… experiencing pain and living through it.. experiencing disappointment and living through it… is even harder.
The only decision that matters in the end. Image that matters in the end. Is your own. In your own mind. To your own self. Because frankly once we’re dead we dont care about whether our best friend was a backstabber or our girl friend was a two timing bitch.
What we care about is that as our life flashes in front of our eyes, when the question is asked (by our own subconscious selves) if I had done enough.
The answer is Yes. Not maybe. Not I dont know. And not even I tried. But a resounding Yes.
CHEERS!
Cheers!
Piece From Chaos 