This is a re-post from a blog I had three years ago. I was a bit torn on whether I wanted to post it or not, but it’s been a year to the day and it’s a time for reflection.Read More »
Today I watched a movie I haven’t had the pleasure of watching in ages; you might have guessed it- The Bucket List.
It’s one of those movies that seems like everyone saw it at least once and then never watched again. Well, I recommend watching it again. Especially if you’re anything like me and death is one of those things you try your best not to think about.
After watching it again I realized a few things really stood out to me.
The first was the scene when Carter (Morgan Freeman) is told his diagnosis and thinks: “There was a survey once. A thousand people were asked if they could know in advance would they want to know the exact day of their death. 96% of them said no. I always kind of leaned towards the other 4%. I thought it would be liberating, knowing how much time you had left to work with. It turns out, it’s not.” – (cue the Morgan Freeman voice).
I’m definitely the kind of person who leans towards the 96% and that scene emulates exactly why. As someone who loves to plan there’s always that desire to know your time limits, but that’s a limit from which you just can’t escape. Knowing the day would be soul crushing and then there’s the pressure because the clock it now literally ticking down…
I know that’s a morbid take on it, but it’s a morbid topic guys!
Now if there’s one thing I’ll give this movie, it’s the way in which is handles death. In the past there was only one movie that tackled death in a way I could handle: Never Let Me Go. While that movie will always have a special place in my heart (and I highly recommend it to ANYONE)- The Bucket List definitely confronts it in a much more ‘heads on’ way. When I was younger I don’t think it really resonated because I didn’t think about death and by the time I saw Never Let Me Go I’d easily forgotten all about The Bucket List. Watching it now as an adult though, I definitely have an appreciation for it. Especially this quip.
Edward Cole: I envy people who have faith, I just can’t wrap my head around it.
Carter Chambers: Maybe because your head’s in the way.
I’m not someone who has a faith or follows a religion. I’m not even spiritual. By all accounts I’m definitely Edward in this scene- and probably most of the movie to be fair, but especially during this part. Why? Because I do envy those who have faith and it’s something I just can’t seem to manage myself. I’m just…here. If we were to break it down it’s probably because I over think things or as Carter said; “my head’s in the way”.
Another thing I enjoyed was how Carter brought other faiths into the mix. Like most people, I generally only ever really think of that sort of stuff in the frame of the current big religions since those are ones I hear about the most in my day to day. So, when Carter brought up the ancient Egyptian approach to death I was pleasantly surprised. I used to be really into ancient Egypt. In fact, I’m sure I have some books still lying around, but I didn’t remember that tidbit and I find it very…I guess beautiful.
You know, the ancient Egyptians had a beautiful belief about death. When their souls got to the entrance to heaven, the guards asked two questions. Their answers determined whether they were able to enter or not. ‘Have you found joy in your life?’ ‘Has your life brought joy to others?’ – (cue the Morgan Freeman voice again).
Those are the questions that resurface at the end of the movie; ‘Have you found joy in your life?’ and ‘Has your life brought joy to others?’. In a way I think that’s all I can strive for really. I like to make others happy and I also want to be happy. What else is there to achieve, right? Well, specifically I think what I want the most is to have been able to make an impact on someone’s life the same way Carter did for Edward. Hopefully the other two will naturally follow…
This is one of those movies that manages to make me laugh and at the end has my eyes watering. In the past I’d never admit to a movie making me teary eyed, but as I’ve gotten older the whole “acting stone cold in order to appear strong” bit doesn’t cut it for me anymore. I’d rather openly be me because in a lot of cases I find not forcing yourself into a mold takes a lot more effort.
With all this being said I think I will create a bucket list and possibly post it that way I’ll have it in a specific place and can update it as I find more things I really want to do. Will the Himalayas be on this list? Hahaha- no. Have you guys seen the movie Everest? If not, I’d look up the story of what happened. SO, unless I can climb a different part…I’ll pass on that adventure for now.
O.P. 16 January 2018
It’s an unfortunate thing to have simple actions sexualized: especially when it’s those close to you who are doing it.
Now I understand teasing among friends, but there comes a point when it’s a little…much. In my instance, it started when I made a comment how one of my bros wanted me to teach him to swim.
The fact that we agreed to this in December was just poor planning on both of our parts.
Well this somehow became ‘interesting’ since I was going to be in a bathing suit, it was going to be cold; and there was even comment on how he was probably looking for a way to stay warm.
At first I was thrown off, but then just said there was nothing ‘interesting’ going on. I met the guy this semester and we formed a study group to get through a challenging class. He’d asked if I’d teach him to swim earlier in the semester when he found out I had a pool and I’d said, “Sure”. He’d even planned for another member to join, but they had to take their grandparents to the airport, so they couldn’t come.
Now after the comment was made about ‘staying warm’, I said I was going to go since they were making it awkward and I really wasn’t going for that angle with this guy. They tried to keep the conversation going a bit, but after they said I’d ‘spoiled their fun’ I just changed the topic entirely. And things were fine.
It wasn’t until later that it really began to sink in for me. I’d been straightforward about nothing going on in the beginning and yet they’d kept at it. In the past I don’t think this would’ve bothered me as much, but after everything I’ve been through in the past two years…I think I’m just over it.
It’s like I can’t even have male friends without there being some sort of ‘angle’ where I’m either trying to get with them or they’re trying to get with me. And honestly, it’s mainly my girl friends who do it. My guy friends are pretty lax and get we’re just bros. What probably hit me the hardest was how she’s a victim of assault just like I am, so I guess I thought given the knowledge of my second attack over the summer…she wouldn’t have continued down that route after I’d made it clear the first time?
I used to have a complex when I was younger about how I was constantly praised for my body and therefore must not be the ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ type- just the ‘sexy’ type. After my first assault it seemed the prophecy was right and I fell down a bit of a rabbit hole. I thought I’d found my way back again and then had another incident- this time far worse than the first. It’s been about six months since and I’m happy to say I’ve made some pretty good headway. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t view myself as a sexual object anymore, I’m opening up to friendships, and I’ve put work into myself. This progress has led me to a point where I guess I’m just not about getting typecast into old tropes anymore.
Learning to let go of old standards we hold for a person can be a hard thing to do; I know I’m guilty of it for sure, but I’m definitely going to reevaluate how I view people as opposed to the person they’re becoming. We all change as we age- no one stays the same forever and it’s something we have to accept just like we accept it in ourselves. This is especially true for the people we care about because if we really care then we’d try to help them become their best self.
This has gone beyond off topic, so I’m going to end it here. If you made it this far though, then congrats because you did it! You made it!
For follow up I’ll just add I did not end up teaching him to swim today because it’s DECEMBER and the water is unacceptable. So, we decided to reschedule for when it’s warm again.
And while the conversation I had may not of had anything to do with old standards…that’s what it ultimately reminded me of and where this cluster of a post went.
I’ll try to keep it more together next time, guys.
O.P 14 December 2017
Little known fact about me: I have NO artistic talent.
In fact, I took culinary arts in middle school just to avoid taking an actual art class! That’s how bad I was and still am to this very day.
As a true fan of web comics/anime/manga, I truly wish I’d put the time in to craft some sort of drawing skill…but it just wasn’t my thing which sucked because I had intricate stories building in my head by the time I was 11. It wasn’t until seventh grade that I thought about actually writing them down.
For the rest of seventh grade I did tons of research and prep work- filling at least one notebook full of information on this world I was creating. I didn’t think my writing was strong, so I’d just jot down the main points for my ‘older self’ to write out. In the mean time, I RP’d online to sharpen my writing (I’m actually very impressed with the forethought of 12 year old me).
It was a golden plan, but as time went on I never brought myself to finish even though I never forgot the story.
Now I’m roughly a half a year away from finishing university and still haven’t taken a pen to that damn paper. I still RP, but I don’t have much confidence in my writing and I can feel it fading more and more as time goes on. The friend I RP with is actually a very good writer and it definitely makes me aware of how terrible mine is in comparison. I’ll admit it definitely discouraged me from pursing my personal project for a while, but I think it took me losing practically all confidence before I gave myself a much needed kick in the ass.
From now on I’m going to really put effort into my replies, fine-tune my writing, and maybe even take a gander at the notes 12 year old me left behind…Maybe >_>
O.P 13 December 2017
As pretty much everyone is aware by now (hopefully); it’s December which means the holiday season is in full swing! It’s the time of year when everyone starts stocking up on presents, holiday music starts blasting, the weather gets cool, and…people start dropping from work like flies.
At my job so far we’ve had three hosts, one to-go person, and a cook leave.
Two hosts tried to say they couldn’t say in the university dorms over winter break(a lie) and when management confronted them they chose to quit.
The third host actually had to quit because their ride didn’t want to cart around and then said they weren’t getting enough hours (even though the host had almost 40 hours >_>).
The To-go person is leaving because they graduated this semester and are going home (no hard feelings there, of course).
The cook, on the other hand; wanted something like two weeks off which wasn’t fair to anyone else working, so management said no. Can you guess how the cook reacted? By putting in their two weeks notice of course!I understand people want to be with family during the holidays, but we’re in the service industry people. We can’t all have off for the holidays and we can’t all just suddenly spring up wanting days off less than a month before the busiest time of year. ESPECIALLY when the managers made an announcement months ago about how requests during this time would be handled given expected high volume (plus our managers are pretty good at trying their best to please everyone and aren’t even assholes about it!).
The best part is when this many people leave it then befalls on the remaining staff. For instance: I worked a double Friday, closed Saturday, and had another double Sunday meanwhile I have two huge finals Tuesday. Of course the extra hours are much appreciated, but I found out about my schedule change on THURSDAY. This meant the time I’d allotted myself to study got cut down to Saturday morning and Monday
I WAS AIMING FOR A’S PEOPLE!
All I’m saying is that when you get interviewed; especially as a college student, they specifically ask about your plans during the holidays…The failure of people to plan in advance/blatantly choose to ignore the reality of the sector they work in amazes me (clearly I’m not talking about the people who have emergencies or requested off in advance here).
O.P 11 December 2017
Two Fridays ago was the birthday of one of my best friends who shall remain nameless, but for this story we’ll call him…Will. Okay, so Will was turning 22 and wanted a bunch of us to go to a happening gay club about thirty minutes south. Of course we were all pumped to go- especially me since I’d always been working when they went like the workaholic I pretend not to be!
There was some drama that night, but I want to focus on one particular experience: Someone tried to pick me up and his opener was- and i’m not kidding here: “I’d lick your asshole. I’d lick your asshole all day, every day.”
That’s right ladies and gentlemen! That was the OPENER!
He also added in how he would do the same for one of my friends who we shall name Carolyn (I’m a whiz with these name changes if you can’t tell). Will immediately jumped in with how, “We take people on dates and get to know them”. The guy; who’s name I never got, said we were all young and just needed to, “Wrap it and have some fun”. Will was not convinced and bore into the guy about how we have manners and get to know people and properly court them until the guy eventually went away.
Then all was well and we went on with our night…or so I thought.
Maybe two hours later he reappeared when I was sitting at a booth and immediately went back into the, “Let’s wrap it and have some fun”. My response was: “No thank you”, but our man was completely undeterred and went into his life story. I’ll give you the highlights:
-He has a girlfriend of six years named…Dandelion
-They go to church together
– He normally gets off work really late at night, so she drives the car over and sleeps for the last hour waiting for him
-He’s cheated on her before in the bathroom of a club (not the one we were in)
-He feels bad that he cheated, but won’t tell her because it will break her heart
-He knows she will never leave him though
The amount of questions this situation leaves me with are…insurmountable. Who chooses that as their opener? Who’s that confident in themselves? Who’s that honest about their situation and totally fine with it? Where do you find the time to cheat in the bathroom of a club (because our man meant sex, not a make out session)?
Suffice it to say, it was wild and will forever be an ice breaker of mine to tell at future parties.
O.P. 9 December 2017
Distance is a crazy thing.
It can be difficult to get used to at first: the gradual separation from someone you were close with. It can disrupt your sense of ease and way of going about your day- suddenly there’s a gap. It can make you insecure as idle thoughts fill the space…
On the other hand, it can be therapeutic: relearning to go on independently. It can help focus your priorities without the influence of someone else. It can make you more productive. It can provide answers to questions you hadn’t even considered. It can bring out changes in your perspective and behavior for the better.
Ultimately, it’s proven to be cathartic for me. It was rough in the beginning, but allowed me to purge things I’d buried so deep I never thought they’d see the light of day again.
Did it suck? Yes. Was it worth it? Yeah, I’d say so.
To feeling better and living better.
O.P. 26 October 2017