I'm just chatty lately, Huh.
As smart and educated as I am, there are still those questions that I can never seem to find an answer for (I could probably look them up but the internet is full of lies). I mean, what is the plural of series? Why is the story of Cupid and Psyche listed as only a Roman myth when the word Psyche is Greek? Does understanding your own selfishness and choosing to not screw up someone else's life give you enough selflessness to make it a moot point in the end?
But mostly, if you seem to enjoy inflicting pain on yourself (in a not cutter sort of way) does that make you a sadist or a masochist?
never been sure on that.
Today I read a series that I hate because I hate the ending (again) and I watched the last episode to a series that I knew was going to end badly and make me cry but I did it anyway.
In the first case, the series is Paradise Kiss and I hate it so terribly much because it is so stupidly realistic and the ending is so horrible in its pointlessness and horrible because it is again so friggen realistic. For those of you who are fortunate not have read it (and unfortunate enough to pay attention to my ramblings) it involves two characters who are in love with each other (a fact that seems to be questioned by both of them for whether or not it is real but I very much get the impression that the author intends for it to have been real) who are horribly incompatible in that fantastically compatible way. The series ends with them leaving each other in such an unresolved way but with a ten years later coda that promises that they never end up together (theoretically). It's disgusting. Even by the end of the series, you get the impression that they are in love with each other. But not together.
And goddamn if that isn't something I've heard enough in real life. Why the HELL would someone write about it??? I don't understand people who write depressing shit. I really don't. Not int he modern age. We are all thoroughly educated on the fact that life sucks, people are bastards and the world is not a happy place. Can we not allow our literature to give us an avenue of escape into a better world?
I guess that is what fanfiction is for.
The second was the final episode in Secret Diary of a Call Girl which I only started watching because I love Billie Piper but I continued watching because I thought the show was kinda interesting. And the guy who plays her friend is hot. I so need to move to England. More guys there are my type. But it has a rather crappy ending and had a perfectly matched Adele song to end it with (though, you know, now that I know Adele is 23 I'm far less in sympathy with her songs. They already came off as kinda whiney now I have to wonder what she's going to sing about once more of her life has happened). Anyway....what sucks about watching a show like that when it has you crying at the end is that you really can't just shake it off and go "it's just a show".
I mean, as a writer, I think characters live more fully in my mind than real people. There is no character in a book or movie or whatever that I have embraced that does not live to me. I think you can understand that. But in this case, I find myself hoping against all sanity that the adaptation from reality to film was far and wide. I would like to pretend that the story didn't happen to this person. That it is just a character and I can write a happy ending for her. (And of course i read online that she's doing all well and good and successful but whatever). It's like when you hear about a story your friend told you from years ago when they were hurt and the pain is gone for them but all you want to do is hold them and make their world better.
...
I need to find some sort of lighthearted nonsense to read. Or go watch. Or something.
But mostly, if you seem to enjoy inflicting pain on yourself (in a not cutter sort of way) does that make you a sadist or a masochist?
never been sure on that.
Today I read a series that I hate because I hate the ending (again) and I watched the last episode to a series that I knew was going to end badly and make me cry but I did it anyway.
In the first case, the series is Paradise Kiss and I hate it so terribly much because it is so stupidly realistic and the ending is so horrible in its pointlessness and horrible because it is again so friggen realistic. For those of you who are fortunate not have read it (and unfortunate enough to pay attention to my ramblings) it involves two characters who are in love with each other (a fact that seems to be questioned by both of them for whether or not it is real but I very much get the impression that the author intends for it to have been real) who are horribly incompatible in that fantastically compatible way. The series ends with them leaving each other in such an unresolved way but with a ten years later coda that promises that they never end up together (theoretically). It's disgusting. Even by the end of the series, you get the impression that they are in love with each other. But not together.
And goddamn if that isn't something I've heard enough in real life. Why the HELL would someone write about it??? I don't understand people who write depressing shit. I really don't. Not int he modern age. We are all thoroughly educated on the fact that life sucks, people are bastards and the world is not a happy place. Can we not allow our literature to give us an avenue of escape into a better world?
I guess that is what fanfiction is for.
The second was the final episode in Secret Diary of a Call Girl which I only started watching because I love Billie Piper but I continued watching because I thought the show was kinda interesting. And the guy who plays her friend is hot. I so need to move to England. More guys there are my type. But it has a rather crappy ending and had a perfectly matched Adele song to end it with (though, you know, now that I know Adele is 23 I'm far less in sympathy with her songs. They already came off as kinda whiney now I have to wonder what she's going to sing about once more of her life has happened). Anyway....what sucks about watching a show like that when it has you crying at the end is that you really can't just shake it off and go "it's just a show".
I mean, as a writer, I think characters live more fully in my mind than real people. There is no character in a book or movie or whatever that I have embraced that does not live to me. I think you can understand that. But in this case, I find myself hoping against all sanity that the adaptation from reality to film was far and wide. I would like to pretend that the story didn't happen to this person. That it is just a character and I can write a happy ending for her. (And of course i read online that she's doing all well and good and successful but whatever). It's like when you hear about a story your friend told you from years ago when they were hurt and the pain is gone for them but all you want to do is hold them and make their world better.
...
I need to find some sort of lighthearted nonsense to read. Or go watch. Or something.