Aug 02, 2012 19:10
i feel very compelled to write today and, i'm not quite sure why. i have a lot of emotions stirring inside me and, ever since i left paris, i find that it's a lot more difficult to conceal them. rather than smiling and pretending like everything is okay, my body has begun to reject me. i've been sick and tired for days, not sleeping or sleeping too much, sick to my stomach almost everyday and on the verge of tears virtually every moment. people ask me about my trip and i reminisce about it and the words get stuck in my throat...it hurts to speak about it. i wish i hadn't left.
michael and i are still "broken up" but, we've seen each other on several occasions. while i was abroad, him and i skyped every single day. it was the closest we'd been in months and, when i got back, it went back to how it used to be. i never spoke to the ginger when i was away, i didn't miss him but i did think about him. i see him almost everyday...in fact, i haven't spent a night in my bed in 4 days. i don't know what it is about him that keeps me attached to him. maybe it's the physical stuff (he's quite good in bed...) or simply the companionship...which reminds me, we went on a date last night. although, he didn't call it as such but, it's classic text book dating. movies, bar and sleepover.
here come the spoilers:
we went to watch The Dark Knight Rises and, is by far one of the greatest Batman adaptations i've seen to date. i'm in love with christopher nolan's work and the fact that he uses christian bale in these adaptations is an added bonus. his version of the story was very well done and as close to the original, without omitting his artistic integrity, as anything else i had seen. there were some plot holes and things that simply didn't make sense but, it was still entertaining.
the characters were very well developed and, while i was definitely one of those people who were anti-anne hathaway as catwoman, i was actually very pleased with her performance (and the fact that she was never referred to as "catwoman") and felt that my faith in nolan should never be questioned. bane...he brought tears to my eyes. i would have never imagined that such a ruthless and inhuman character can be given such a deep and almost pure persona. the man that broke the dark knight...i felt bad for him. a true testament to what nolan can do.
i blame my uncle for my affinity to batman. as a kid, i always spent my time w/ him and his kids. i grew up w/ my cousins, loving them as though they were my brothers (especially the oldest one...we literally grew up together and have a bond that is quite possibly stronger than that which i have w/ my true siblings). i remember watching the tim burton adaptations of the stories and thinking how cool it was. i used to own action figures, role play w/ my friends, watch the animated series and re-watch the films over and over again. batman wasn't just a part of my childhood, it virtually shaped it. if i could be any hero, it would be him. frankly, the idea of being a billionaire playboy who fights crime and brings peace onto a dark and chaotic city that has both brought anguish and joy sounds like a great life. notice, i don't refer to him as a "super hero". unlike superman, the flash or green lantern, there's nothing really "super" about him. he isn't immortal, he doesn't have any "super powers" and isn't invincible. he's human; flesh and blood, completely and wholly capable of feeling pain on the entire spectrum in which we all are. i always tell people that batman and i have two things in common, "we both don't have parents and we both want to make a difference". i'd like to think that, if he were real, we'd probably get along rather well.