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I understand why people hide behind objects. I understand why cars, clothing, and jewelry are more to a person than people. Watching Farres Bulers Day Off, I came across a scene where Farres Bulers friend Cam felt that his father loved his Ferrari California more than his mother and him. After that was brought to my attention I pondered how a man could love an inanimate object more than his other half and his pride and joy. Slowly I understood the joy that emanated from his Ferrari, realizing that people are undependable, not reliable, and quick to disappoint.
When we are younger we are more eager to try new things such as developing relationships but as we get older we are more exposed to the ugliness of people. We witness destruction, lies, hostility and bitterness amongst our society and at one point we learn these tragic lessons that linger amongst humanity. Through age we get disappointed more often and we learn our lesson, the lesson of becoming independent and relying on people to a bare minimum. Slowly closing our doors and learning to lock them becomes our second nature, we shield our selves from those who we are supposed to love and become an island. As seen in the movie Castaway Tom Hanks needed a companion on the island, as do we on our self made island which we have caste away our selves. Like Tom Hanks we find our Wilson, we seek comfort in objects which lack animation. We find comfort in our cars, cloths, jewelry, electronics, food, and whatever that may comforts us in our acute isolationism.
Becoming accustomed to our “new companions” we forget to give our attention to those who seek it, slowly creating a viscous cycle because the ones we disappoint will soon be individuals on an island of their own. Slaying the arms of unity we become lonely, eager to rekindle human contact but accustomed to individualism lifestyle, we fear human communication and in further we are caught in a war against our selves.
Facing the ugliness of humanity we become ugly our selves and we add to the destruction. Objects can’t love you back but they won’t hurt you, in fact they can’t do anything. The longer you stay on your island the harder it is to swim back to the main land.
I understand why people hide behind objects. I understand why cars, clothing, and jewelry are more to a person than people. Watching Farres Bulers Day Off, I came across a scene where Farres Bulers friend Cam felt that his father loved his Ferrari California more than his mother and him. After that was brought to my attention I pondered how a man could love an inanimate object more than his other half and his pride and joy. Slowly I understood the joy that emanated from his Ferrari, realizing that people are undependable, not reliable, and quick to disappoint.
When we are younger we are more eager to try new things such as developing relationships but as we get older we are more exposed to the ugliness of people. We witness destruction, lies, hostility and bitterness amongst our society and at one point we learn these tragic lessons that linger amongst humanity. Through age we get disappointed more often and we learn our lesson, the lesson of becoming independent and relying on people to a bare minimum. Slowly closing our doors and learning to lock them becomes our second nature, we shield our selves from those who we are supposed to love and become an island. As seen in the movie Castaway Tom Hanks needed a companion on the island, as do we on our self made island which we have caste away our selves. Like Tom Hanks we find our Wilson, we seek comfort in objects which lack animation. We find comfort in our cars, cloths, jewelry, electronics, food, and whatever that may comforts us in our acute isolationism.
Becoming accustomed to our “new companions” we forget to give our attention to those who seek it, slowly creating a viscous cycle because the ones we disappoint will soon be individuals on an island of their own. Slaying the arms of unity we become lonely, eager to rekindle human contact but accustomed to individualism lifestyle, we fear human communication and in further we are caught in a war against our selves.
Facing the ugliness of humanity we become ugly our selves and we add to the destruction. Objects can’t love you back but they won’t hurt you, in fact they can’t do anything. The longer you stay on your island the harder it is to swim back to the main land.